I say it all the time, because it's always true: I have seriously wonderful clients. The Washington family was no exception. Their son Maddox is a mini comedian, with even more energy than my own crazy boy. It's always fun meeting families with children the same age as my own (Maddox and Parker are only a couple weeks apart in age), and talking life and parenting and realizing that my own experiences are so normal after all. I'm so looking forward to photographing their beautiful family again now that their little girl has made her debut!
Rachel and I have been friends since elementary school, so being blessed with baby boys (my last, her first) less than three months apart from each other has been so sweet. Motherhood suits her so well, and she has entered it with an incredible amount of grace. My heart is so full watching her and Phil become a family of three!
Since having Leo, I've taken a few minutes every couple of weeks - maybe five, maybe fifteen, whatever I get - to document my babies, because their littleness is slipping away quickly. It doesn't feel so long ago that I first met my sweet Adelaide, yet here she is, about to start kindergarten. And while most of the time I don't grieve that at all, and just look forward to every new thing my children do and learn, and every way I get to know them more deeply and hear their thoughts and ideas more completely expressed and watch their personalities shine, there's something about a last baby that will make you grieve. It's not a deep sadness, because every day is a joy and a blessing and a chance to know each child more fully, but this time around, every first also marks a little last.
Some of these lasts are happy ones, but some feel much more sad than I expected. While I look forward to so much with these three as they grow, perhaps for the first time, I am trying not to look too far ahead. I am trying to fully embrace each moment, knowing every diaper I change brings me one step closer to the last diaper I'll change; every nighttime feeding brings me one feeding closer to the last time I'll ever nurse a baby at night; every exhausting task that seemed daunting with a first - how will I ever make it through this at all, let alone again?? - is something that is nearly behind me forever. Though I'll spend the rest of my life as a mother, these little years are more behind us than ahead.
A last baby is truly bittersweet.
The love in this family could be felt from the moment I walked through their door. If you've ever wondered what it's like to welcome your first little one into your lives, and to hold a miracle in your hands - look at their faces, and you'll feel it.