When Henry was 24 hours old our good friend Andy came and took some pictures of us at the hospital. It wasn't a photo shoot, it was just Andy in the room with his camera. In the craziness that is bringing a newborn into a home, I sorta forgot about the pictures for several months. When I asked Andy about them later, he got a sad look and told me that he had loaded them onto his hard drive, which promptly crashed. He had tried to get the pictures off, but he couldn't recover them.
I was sad at the time, but over the last two years these lost pictures have become more and more of a heart break. I never felt like we took enough pictures of Henry in his first couple of days. That we were lacking any photograph that really captured him right after he was born.
This weekend Andy came over to watch the football game (which, turns out, we didn't get the correct channel for. Always check that you actually GET the ball game before having a cook out to watch it) and he brought me an amazing gift. He had recovered the pictures.
Our brand new family of three
The only picture we took without his hat because he got so cold so fast in his first few days and would just shiver not stop when we took it off. This is maybe the most important one to me, because you can actually see that tiny little head.
A little more of him
This is still what he looks like when he sleeps. My heart.
These pictures. They mean more to me than I could ever say. Andy, thank you so much for thinking to take them, and then for being able to save them for us.
In the world of pictures, when it rains it pours. I haven't had any pictures to post over the last several weeks, and this weekend I ended up with enough for three seperate posts. So... if you like pictures, come back. I have lots to share.