On April 24, 2010, at 4:20 AM, after twenty-five hours of labor, you arrived.
A few hours after you were born, the scent of God’s breath still on your skin, your perfection was stunning.
Every sweet little wrinkle by design. You wrapped us all around that tiny finger.
Two days old, we gazed into your eyes with wonder, and you looked back at blurry but unbridled adoration. Say hello to your family, little Sparrow. Oh, how we love you!
Almost two weeks old, and I don’t think I let more than an hour or two go by without taking more pictures of you. Can you blame me?
We spent the first month of your life with you and your parents, and then we had to return to Texas.
It was hard to say good-bye, but a month later you joined us in Colorado for the 4th of July. You had already grown so much, and I took lots more pictures.
After a week we parted ways again, you back to Seattle’s splendid summer and us to the Texas heat.
No surprise that I decided to join you there in August. We rode the ferry to Bainbridge Island . . .
and took a stroll around Green Lake. You can’t see much of the scenery in these pictures. Maybe I was a little enthralled with your face.
I came to see you again in September, and we dressed you in an outfit your mommy wore when she was a baby. You made funny faces for me, so of course, I took a lot more pictures.
I had to wait until Thanksgiving to see you again. That was more than two months. My camera really missed you and made up for all that lost time.
You were seven months old then. Sitting up was one of your best skills. Along with having your picture taken.
We dressed you in another one of your mommy’s dresses and took some Christmas pictures. (As opposed to the many thousands of other pictures, which were not specifically taken for Christmas.)
In January, your mommy and daddy’s band, Jubilee, had a west coast tour. They played music and spoke about the fight against human trafficking, but I think I had the best job. I got to be tour nanny! They also asked me to take pictures. I took some of the band and a lot of you.
That was the last time we hung out in person, but we’ve had some great video chats since then. You’ve showed me how you can crawl, and walk, and flap your arms, and say, “Whoa!” and “Dadadadada.” Also, your mommy has been good about posting photos and short videos so I can see you and hear you. Yesterday was your birthday, and we watched you open the presents we sent. Then we sang to you, and you smiled.
I took a lot of screen captures during our chat. You looked so cute in your Easter dress. Of course, I would have taken them if you’d been wearing a paper sack.
Happy Birthday, sweet Harper Sparrow! What a wonderful first year you’ve had. You are loved and cherished by your parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, and everyone else who knows you. And you are especially loved by Jesus. He knows the plans He has for you, and every word He has spoken concerning you will be accomplished. Not one will fail. His eye is always, always on the Sparrow.
We can’t wait to see you again in June when you come to Texas to meet your new cousin, Naomi Belle. Don’t be surprised if I take a few pictures.
Giving thanks in community for:
#84 a whole year with our precious Sparrow
#85 memories etched in our hearts and preserved in pixels
#87 the gift of family
#88 God’s promises to guard our going out and coming in, from this time forth and forever
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