When Micah was first born, I got him a blue Carter onesie that says, “The Cutest.” Actually, I got two: one in newborn size, the other in 12 months. When he was born premature at 32 weeks, it seemed incredibly encouraging to think past the baby stage and to imagine him as a one-year-old little boy. I think buying a 12-month set of onesies gave me a sense of hope and confidence that there really was an end to all the preemie craziness
He’s five weeks old in this picture (but still wasn’t “due” for several weeks) so you can tell this onesie is still a little big for him. This picture reminds me how skinny he was those first few months!
It’s amazing, but somehow he has reached the 12-month mark.
In fact, he’s still wearing this onesie at 16 months. It is awesome to think how much he’s changed and grown.
There’s nothing like the peaceful face of a sleeping one-year-old boy to make you forget the havoc he wreaked on your lives earlier that same day–or in his earliest days of life!
I love ‘im, my little buddy-buddy.
Precious. Our God is always good.
Beautiful pics!
He’s so beautiful! Thanks for sharing him with us via pictures.