Okay, listen. I’ll admit it: I’ve been known to use the word delicious on more than one occasion when describing a baby. Or yummy, or edible. Scrumptious, even. And I’ve nibbled on more than my fair share of baby thighs, especially now that I have a pair crawling around my own home. Given how much I love eating good food, one should really consider it a compliment of the highest order if I comment on the delectable quality of your baby’s rolls. Besides, can’t you see how it might be easy to develop a bit of a baby addiction problem when you’re photographing these soft, squishy, beautiful little creatures day in and day out?
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A LOVE LETTER, OF SORTS
She looked right down the center of my lens, as though she was peering into my soul. I snapped a few frames before the moment escaped us and then looked at her mama with my eyebrows raised. It’s unusual to get that kind of eye contact with a newborn — something far beyond a simple gaze, and vibrating with intuition and lustre. Her mama smiled proudly at me, and I shook my head, amazed.
HOPELESSLY HAPPY + HELLO, HUDSON
I have no apologies. I rarely see a gym or a yoga studio these days, my husband and I now consider late-night home-cooked dinner + a glass of wine a date, I am nearly a year behind on the blog, but…you know what? We’re happy. Hopelessly so. We have an eleven month old who is so full of light and joy that it literally brings to me to tears. And I’ve somehow managed, in the first year of motherhood, to grow a fledgling business into a robust one without putting Miles into daycare.
MELISSA + ROBERT: A GREAT FALLS WEDDING
A great deal of care went into designing this beautiful wedding. I choose the word design here very deliberately because any guest that day would agree that the bride, Melissa, went above and beyond mere planning; each detail was chosen thoughtfully, curated with a sophisticated eye, and executed with finesse. Even the Spanish moss on the arbor — which was gorgeous, by the way — had special meaning. It was a day dreamt up to be just about as perfect as they come. And all in six months’ time.
INDULGING IN TIME
Twenty-seven days. That’s how long we were in Europe this summer, re-learning the art of appreciating stillness, of really tasting our food, and seeing new places and things through the fresh eyes of our ten month old. It was restorative to leave behind typical worries, even in exchange for new ones (like how to get a month’s worth of luggage and a baby in a stroller over the dozens of steps and bridges to our hotel in Venice). And although the entire trip was a luxury, the real richness for me came in slowing down just enough to really watch our son develop, to see how he blossomed when both of his parents were there with him, day and night. It was the abundance of time that felt really indulgent — and I would trade it for absolutely nothing.
