For those who have been following our posts, and the amazing writing of my beautiful bride, you know that Tyler’s journey started last November. The day that we we found out the we were indeed pregnant, I started taking photos of Amy. Every day.
At first she was annoyed, and even when she started to embrace the concept of a photo a day, Amy still didn’t see the vision that I saw coming to life. It was going to be awesome: To watch Amy’s body transform as the external representation of the internal growth of Tyler. Watching a baby grow every day, leading up to the most amazing day of any parent’s life. It is truly a miracle. And can only be a gift from God.
If you pay close attention, you’ll notice the beauty there is in a pregnant woman. Joy. Fear. Happiness. Exhaustion. Annoyed. Pretty. Sad. Excited. Cautious. And beauty. Resounding beauty for the life that is coming to be from within.
Watch Amy’s bump grow:
Tyler continues to amaze us, and change before our eyes.
Life is a blessing. Live each day as truth.
Welp, it’s that time of year again, time to find our Charlie Brown Christmas tree, and hang the lights up outside. So, after venturing to some sketchy thrift shops in Longmont for gag gifts, we found a Christmas Tree lot. Amy starting walking towards the nice trees when I spotted the cheap ones laying on the ground with price tags on them. And she found it – the best Holle Christmas tree for 2013!
The turkey from Thanksgiving weighed more than this amazing tree, but nonetheless, this is our tradition. This tradition started as one of Amy and my first dates, where I went out with Amy and all her girlfriends to help find them a tree. I stuck around to decorate and drink egg nog, and we have done the same thing every year since. But now we just go to the lot on the corner. Anywho, I managed to put up all the lights outside of the house and it looks nice. Not Clark Griswold nice, but a couple hours of my time nice.
All of this made possible by the fine folks in China, and Walmart, who create lights with a lifespan of less than one season. The little ones aren’t blinking, Clark.