The party was in full swing, the guest of honour making nice in the kitchen, when suddenly she appeared.
"I need to hug my boy right now," she whispered. "It's exactly one year ago that he was born …"
Against all odds, we were gathered this day to celebrate his first birthday. The theme was Curious George, reflecting his genuine interest in everything around him.
His due date was January 20, 2018; his "adjusted age" says he is actually nine months.
He has undergone two major brain surgeries.
Three months in Neonatal Intensive Care.
Numerous trips to clinics and doctors offices.
Regular tests and measurements - of head circumference, of range of motion, of sight and hearing and strength and height and weight until they all start blurring together.
He has discovered water and the pleasures of swimming lessons and bathing in the kitchen sink.
He has developed a love of music, especially of percussion instruments.
He sits up, stands if he can hang on to the edge of something.
He chatters away, and he laughs. He has favourite stories.
|Courtesy of Auntie Rachel|
He would rather eat apple sauce and sweet potatoes than birthday cake.
He truly engages with people with whom he comes into contact.
"Hi," he will say.
But across a crowded room, his eyes will search out his parents.
Those four letters spell four words: EVIL, VILE, LEVI, LIVE.
It could have gone either way. But, like the song says, "God can make a way when there seems to be no way."
He sings himself to sleep: "Way, way, way …"
Thank you all for your love, your prayers, your kind thoughts and words and messages.
Thank you, Levi, for the many, many people your little life has already touched, for how you bring people together, how you point them to God's faithfulness.
As the Good Rancher would say, "Ride 'em, little Wrangler …"
Sign made by his Uncle Allan.
He actually wore that tiny pea cap ...