Happy Christmas and merry birthday!
Happy Christmas to all and Merry 1 Month Birthday to Asher!
I’ve always thought it silly when someone tells you the age of their baby in months, “Oh, she’s 14 months!” Inside I grumble, “You could have just said a year! I don’t freakin’ care that your kid is a year and two months!”
But lately I find myself doing and saying things I never thought I would. Take twitter for example; currently completely monopolized with pictures of Asher’s different faces and outfits and “Oooh… this is the best thing about fatherhood.” I’m a different person than I was a month ago. And frankly I am glad. Twitter used to showcase all of the cool stuff I did and ate and all the beautiful places I went, and the awesome people that I photographed. But now none of that seems to matter as much as this little bundle of 10-pound chub and love. I’m afraid I’ve become a mom-micro-blogger! I won’t be offended if you stop following me. No…yes I will! ;)
It’s been a great first month for Asher, for Anna and for myself! I haven’t been going into the office but for an hour or so a week to download files to my laptop or send out mail to brides. I have been taking care of the family. Holding my new baby as much as possible, gazing into his beautiful face, walking him around the block and telling him how much I love him. Allowing Anna the time and care she needs to rest and recoup. Cooking? Not so much. ;) A friend of mine recently told me, “In 10-20 years from now you will not regret not taking more pictures during this season. You would regret, however, not spending quality time with your baby before he grows up.” I know he is right.
So on Asher’s “one month” birthday Anna and I picked up the camera to document one of our most fascinating subjects; our hybrid love child. We still trip out that we made him and even more that he is ours! We are sure that he has Anna’s almond shaped eyes and my blue color. Anna’s kissable chubby cheeks and my nose. Anna’s torso, waist and my loooong chicken legs. And, unfortunately someone’s huge feet and my funky toes!
If you haven’t received our Christmas card, it’s not because we don’t love you, it’s because we didn’t make one this year. We have been doing as little as possible and loving this new person as much as possible. Consider this a mini Merry Christmas greeting and a Happy Birthday to our little man-child, and especially to Jesus Christ, who 2,000 years ago was born into this world miraculously through a virgin girl in a little town called Bethlehem.
“For God, who said, ‘Let there be light in the darkness,’ has made this light shine in our hearts so we could know the glory of God that is seen in the face of Jesus Christ.” 2 Corinthians 4:6