The past 9 months have brought us more joy than we could have ever imagined. He's now been on this side of the world as long as he was inside me. And we still go to sleep at night amazed that we are parents to this wonderful, happy little person. These pictures were taken a month ago at our weekend with family (thanks to my sister's awesome photo skills/camera). They capture our baby... loves to smile, loves to watch people and get their attention, loves water, and loves being held.
I wonder what the next 9 months hold... let alone the next 9 years and beyond! But I do know that I get the blessing of co-parenting with an amazing man and we both know we can't do this without faith. I've been taught almost daily these past 9 months that there's no
guarantee in this parenting thing... we can't ensure complete safety, secure our own version of the happy family, or force a desired outcome in our child. We can do our part while leaning, or falling, into the arms of a God who supports us through it all... whatever may meet us on this parenting journey.

We enjoyed our life before starting a family, but neither of us can quite describe how much richer it is now. My heart is full. It has been for these past 9 months. Now as I rock Eli to sleep his little, pudgy arms are big enough to wrap themselves around me. The other night I rocked him for a long time... just savoring this place he's at. Watching my baby sleep with his head resting on my chest is perhaps one of the best gifts my days can offer me. I've been known to get Moon in the evenings, put a sleeping Eli into his arms and have him just sit there and rock him. And he always thanks me. And then we oh-so carefully lay him down for that little bit of evening peace. Because we know in the morning a very happy baby will be waking us up.