I find these days so magical.
The ones that now feel like a blur in my own story.
The ones where my eyes were always sleepy and my coffee never warm and my ankles still swollen as little feet ran around them faster than I could waddle with my body still ravaged from months carrying the little one who was bringing us such wonder.
And their father and I, hunkered down in the home, trying to find our way through the survival mode of growing our family and navigating all the joys and trials of our love being wider than what we knew our capacity to be.
And because these days are written in a chapter we've turned the pages from, I believe somehow it softens my heart more tenderly to see them differently for others. To take me back there again where they are, to make with my images words to their story, a song of thanksgiving for the gift of life.
I find these days so magical.
"Dan clung to her in speechless gratitude, feeling the blessedness of mother love, — that divine gift which comforts, purifies, and strengthens all who seek it."―Louisa May Alcott, Jo's BoysRead More
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