Inside the white picket fence, and red front door, up the wooden stairs, past the dusty rose and khaki nursery, on a white bright bed was a crew full of sunshine.
The ladies of the house are, well, stunning. Each and every one of them.
And papa is a brave soul ;)
The delight I had left behind that cold night was just as complete when I came back in the daylight. The big sisters were still intrigued and comfortable. The whole house attracts itself to mama and baby. They all love to be near.
Esme had quite the stare-down! It's breathtaking!
Soon the little cupcake won't be eating every hour or two. Soon she will know her sister's names. Soon she will jump on dad, and break mugs, and fill up a little purse with goodies, and count to eleventeen and beyond. Soon she will clap for herself. Soon she will ask for what she wants with words. Soon she will ask dad about his tattoos and if she can play with mom's hair and "are we there yeeeet?" Soon she won't be a baby. But today she's quite baby. And absolutely incredible. She is loved, and has been for some time now. She is here and she is there's.
It's been honor and fun to be a part of this story; to record and tell something that can never be told again. Esme Rose will never go back into her mother's belly or be delivered or be a few hours old ever, ever again. And it really resonates in my heart the sweetness I've been able to join in on by photographing this entire, lovely family.