In January we searched out empty corners of our house, looking for daylight to seep through and brighten our lives.
I remember the first time I captured her playing. I was in awe that such a creature existed and moved so effortlessly throughout the world, smelling the grass and breathing joy into everything around her.
“I never wanted to be your whole life- just your favorite part.” -Benjamin Button
When I was a kid, I could easily define the word “hope”. I could tell you all about my dreams and my ambitions and they would all embody this idea that hope was infinite, the birth of dreams into existence. But I never was asked out by Joey in the 5th grade and I never was […]
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“All birth is beautiful, each story in it’s own way despite the process or outcome. With my first birth, the beauty was in the struggle. A road that led from infertility to a long, hard labor and complications. I felt proud to have made it through. With this birth, the beauty was in the simplicity. The pregnancy was a welcomed surprise, the labor and delivery short and uncomplicated. Both births were so beautiful, for completely different reasons. I feel like the birth of my son restored some faith I lost in my body with the birth of my daughter and the birth of my daughter showed me strength I would have never known I had.”