A family of 6 from the Canadian Prairies, in Africa, via the French Alpes.
10 years ago today.
December 28, 2011/
Hard to believe it – but it was ten years ago that Jonah was born. I thought I would put up a few pictures that highlight some of the last decade with him.
First ever family photo – in the delivery room
some of his first steps – on the beach in Morocco
Obviously moving to Canada was a fairly big change for a 18 month old. It’s hard to believe that we are now back here – when we left I must say that I didn’t think we would be back. We bought our first house, moved closer to family and a while later – Jonah became a big brother.
Then he became a big brother again. He has always been so proud of his little brother and sister.
Since we did some fairly significant renovations to that house – and the next one- Jonah was always around to help me. He always was very interested in what needed to be done -how it worked – why things were done that way – and of course – if he could try. By the time he was 4 he had probably done more renovation work than I had in the first 30 years of my life
at Pigeon Lake
Camping in Jasper Alberta
books can distract him from much
Jonah started reading quite early – and has never turned back. I think it is not an exaggeration to say that he reads more pages of fiction for fun in a week than I probably did in my entire childhood. He blows through entire series of books – and takes on works (like the 4000 or so pages of the Harry Potter series) that – quite ironically – make my PhD look like child’s play
first day ever on skis – on his 9th birthday
He loves to gather any broken mechanical or electronic device – will completely disassemble them, try to understand them, then attempt to build something new out of them. He built a electronic car that was made out of lego and motors from a disassembled non-functional CD-changer from our Renault mini-van.
Disneyland Paris – this summer
Christmas Day this year
It has been an amazing 10 years. It has been an great privilege to watch him grow and mature, to watch his strengths build and to watch him take on new challenges. He makes me a better person – possibly because in so many ways he reminds me of myself when I was little and sometimes I see my own faults reflected back in his behavior.
It has been great to watch his faith mature, to see him understand what is really important in life- even when that means him convicting us on something.