I know they always warn you that time goes so fast, but the beginning is sleepless, and there are days that feel like an eternity. Groggy mornings, coffee number… three… or four… you really lose count. And then all of a sudden you don’t remember. You don’t remember how small their hand was. How it would drown in the palm of your hand. It was like a dream, and it came and went in a blink of an eye.
From my perspective, I see so many babies, during their milestone stages. I remember so vividly, these moments, as they were. I remember all and any little specks that scattered over their faces as I spent hours removing the pixels, the tiny self inflicted scratches from their sharp little nails, the little needle marks left behind on their feet. Where on their little heads, there was hair, or no hair at all. They stay with me.
If we could see these days again, and slow time just enough to take every second in. Seeing it all again, would be a completely different experience. But pictures are what we have left to retell the moments.
I remember when baby E was born, it snowed the night before I drove to her house to capture her with her mom and dad. The day was warming up and the snow was melting off the trees. It was beautiful. And it was a little bit of Deja vu, when the night before I drove to their house to capture baby E’s first birthday moments, there was also a snowstorm. The day was almost identical. We had planned to repeat the moments from her beginning ones, but the snow was an element that serendipitously occurred, like it knew, without its presence, it wouldn’t have been quite the same.
I wanted to share some of her newborn captures next to her first birthday captures. These are the stories I so very much love telling. Visual music–the poetry of life. From Newborn to One.
Until the next one!