He was 3 weeks early and Courtney said they weren’t quite ready, but to my eye nothing appeared unready. Their house, their hearts, their words, their arms…all seemed perfectly ready for little Jake.
Once we got past the hellos and the nerves, everything about their family was easy and comfortable. And sometimes new baby’s take some getting used to, some adjusting, but with Jake it felt different. Jake didn’t feel like an adjustment, or an inconvenience, or even a new family member; even though he had only been in this world for 7 days, it seemed like he has been in their hearts all along. It just all felt… right…and meant to be.
Madison was smitten with him, protective of him, and sweet to him in a way I didn’t think a 2.5 year old would, or could, be. It surprised me and melted my heart all at the same time. Sweet as could be.
At one point I stopped to really look at what I was holding, propping, and posing…I felt my breath suddenly taken away. There is just something about their preciousness, their freshness, their newness, and their beauty that is breath taking. No matter how many I meet, no matter how chaotic the moment is around me, I hope I will always lose my breath when I hold a newborn.
Thank you P family for letting me into your home (for an amazingly long amount of time), for your patience and calm, and your letting me hold a piece of your heart. I can’t wait until next time.