Our little sweetheart was born May 26th at 2:40 a.m. into the hands of her Daddy before the midwife arrived. (I’m slowly tracing out her birth story, but it’s a reflective exercise and is taking time; so I will share it later when it’s ready.)
We named her Nova Chinook. She came out at 9 lbs. 10 oz., healthy and perfect.
Nova means ‘new’ and ‘bright star’. Chinook means ‘a warm wind’. For us, she is symbol of God’s Spirit (wind) doing a ‘new’ thing in our midst. We are so excited about all the hope and freedom that we are experiencing in God’s Spirit these days, and she is a direct reflection of that for us!
Right now, I am just lost in the slow motion of baby-bliss.
I’m spending most of my time staring at her perfect face; wondering how this is all possible, how come life happens like this? How come everything perfect comes wrapped up in a baby? How come life comes at the cost of our own undoing, but I don’t even mind?
Our two good cameras are a mess, since some little people got a hold of them for stop-motion projects a few weeks ago, so all my pictures of Nova are on Ben’s phone, which he has with him, so I can’t post any pictures right now… such is life with a house full of artists.
While Nova and I rested and recovered today, Ben and the kids spent the day filling our old broken hot tub with sand. Now, we have a huge ‘sandbox’ on the deck, assuring much of it will likely track in the house over the course of the next couple of months. Nothing like keeping it fun for everyone.
Life just keeps getting better and better!