A butterfly lights beside us like a sunbeam.

For a brief moment it's glory and beauty belong to our world.

But then it flies on again, and though we wish it could have stayed, we feel so lucky just to have seen it.

Friday, February 3, 2012

Easter at the Stollery, May 2009

Nalah in the pretty dress her Daddy bought her for Easter, when Nalah was about 8 months old. This was Nalah's first little dress and we adored putting it on her. I gave Nalah the fuzzy blankie which we thought was like spring grass at the park. Nalah could have sensory play on the blankie, while confined to her hospital bed.  We hid Easter baskets under Nalah's crib that year. Karis was particularly into 'ducks' that spring. I put the cutest little stuffed duck I could find in Karis' Easter basket. The first thing Karis did when she found her basket, was grab that duck, climb onto Nalah's crib and say she wanted to give this gift to her  baby sister. One of many acts of kindness I witnessed between them. Nalah was so tiny in these photos, she reached eleven pounds at one year. Tiny and sweet. Our Princess. 

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