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Covyn | Fourteen Months

One of my absolute favorite songs when I was pregnant was Sara Bareilles’ “I Choose You.” Every single time I heard it, the tears would spring to my eyes and I’d touch my belly and dream about the little guy inside – the baby my husband and I had planned for.  The child we’d talked about since we were practically still kids ourselves; the soul whose life we’d chosen and who, in return, had chosen us.

Let the bough break, let it come down crashing
Let the sun fade out to a dark sky
I can’t say I’d even notice it was absent
Cause I could live by the light in your eyes
Tell the world that we finally got it all right
I choose you
I will become yours and you will become mine
I choose you
There was a time when I would have believed them
If they told me you could not come true
Just love’s illusion
But then you found me and everything changed
And I believe in something again
My whole heart
Will be yours forever
This is a beautiful start
To a lifelong love letter
Tell the world that we finally got it all right
I choose you
I will become yours and you will become mine
I choose you
We are not perfect
We’ll learn from our mistakes
And as long as it takes
I will prove my love to you
I am not scared of the elements
I am under-prepared, but I am willing
And even better
I get to be the other half of you

Being this little guy’s mom for the last year has been the pleasure of my life.  Just like his daddy, he lights up every room with his bright smile and effervescent personality and he loves every second of living.  Watching him grow from the mushy little bundle he was when they first laid him across my chest to the toddling, high-energy ball of fun that he is now has been the best journey Marty and I have ever taken.

As I sit down to blog these images, I reflect back on the photos I’ve shot since Cove was born and I marvel at how fast the time has gone.  Was he really ever that small? As he sits beside me while I type, he chatters away, grabbing at my pant legs and trying to catch my eye to flash me one of his signature smiles, it’s so hard to even remember those early days, those wakeful nights, the clumsy waltz all three of us danced as we adjusted each to the other’s ever-altering needs.

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I peer down at the sweet faced boy who loves to be tickled; who gives lots of wide open-mouthed baby kisses; who never turns down a walk in the woods; who loves bathtime; who leaps toward the door with excitement when a visitor arrives; who’s super chatty – “Da” (dad), “uh-oh,” “wow,” “bye,” and “turtle” are among some of his favorite words; who has an appetite that would put that of most grown men to shame; and who will drop whatever he’s doing to dance to any tune, and I am grateful to have the photos to remind me of every step along the way.

Sometimes I put on “I Choose You” and we dance to it together.  And I wonder at our luck and I hold on tight to the boy who grows larger in my arms between each happy hug.

Here he is, fresh off a twelve hour night of rest, still sleepy-eyed and wild-haired, but ready as always to take another quiet winter day by storm.

 

 

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