Babies grow up fast. It seems especially true in the first year. With my firstborn, I remember having the luxury of time. During his uninterrupted, perfectly scheduled naps, I would find myself staring at him thinking, I must remember the way he looks at this moment. Fast forward to baby number three, with my two older children and our two dogs, the only peaceful moments I have with my little one are in the quiet morning hours, before the other two wake up. During these little moments I again find myself thinking,
I must remember this. The way she looks at this moment. The way she smells. Those little sounds she makes in her sleep. The way her tiny hand twitches.
Ask any momma, and you will likely hear that after the birth their baby, a desperate urge to remember all of the small things was also born. That is what these images are to me. A moment in time, captured with my camera. When I look at them, I can almost smell her babyness.