/ Chapter One
The year he arrived and became real
Newborn through his first birthday. Kept without polish, exactly as those days were.
— Days that counted
Small things from that first winter
• A parent's account
What the room felt like when he was new
The days had no shape yet. Light moved across the floor, he slept and woke, and the house rearranged itself quietly around the fact of him being there.
These images are from those weeks — not the posed ones, not the announced ones. The ones where nothing was happening except everything.
Year Two is waiting
He started moving. Opinions arrived. The next chapter holds the year he became someone you could argue with.