Nils turned one today. It's been a long journey over the past year. He was just over 2 months old when we first flew out to BC to candidate. As frustrating as he can be when I'm trying to put him to bed or when he's awake in the middle of the night, he's a lot of joy. Especially right now. He's venturing out, taking steps when he wants to (usually to one of us or to stairs that he wants to climb or something else he's very interested in). He's making a lot of different noises (some sound like he's on the verge of talking; he also likes to vibrate his lips). He's developing his personality. He sometimes just runs to me and starts laughing--he's full of laughter.
The picture is of him opening his first present at breakfast this morning (Star Wars figures--Beth bought them, not me; she thought it might be good if he had some things that Anders has so they can play together and learn to share). That's all for now. It's late. I'm tired and I have to be ready for church in the morning. So stay tuned for pictures of the party. Good night. (Sleep well, Nils. I love you, son. May God continue to keep you safe as you grow, and may you discover His great love for you.)