Little by Little: Baby B.

Now that Andrew and William are almost 8 and 4 years-old respectively, I've forgotten how small they once were (yes, even hunker-chunker William, whom we first met at almost 8 months-old).  Who are these Goliathan children who populate my home, whose footfalls in the room above seem to signal the advent of the Apocalypse, who mistakenly wear my sneakers when we go out to eat?  It's an odd thing to regard yourself in a mirror holding your baby, only to note that that "baby" is about 2/3rds your size.

I recently had the privilege of photographing 2 week-old Baby B.  Cradling this beautiful, delicate newborn made me realize how much my boys have grown in what often seems like a short time.


Of course, little B. won't be so little one day; in the few weeks since I took these pictures, she has no doubt grown significantly (isn't human growth, so invisible to the everyday eye, an amazing thing?).  As she matures, some things are certain: she will be well-tended to, well-prayed for, and well-loved.  After all, any mother who could sit through a photo shoot in an 85-degree house (I cranked up the heat to keep B. warm in her birthday suit), who could simultaneously wrangle a busy 2 year-old while sleep-deprived, and who could smile while getting peed on by her newborn must love profoundly.

As you grow in stature, may you also grow in grace, Baby B.  Blessings to you.