It used to be weddings that made my heart flutter. I would swoon over perfectly arranged florals, intentional color palettes, and the promise of Forever. But now? It isn’t that I love a wedding any less, it’s only that I found another niche calling to me. I have never felt more drawn to the documentation of relationship as that between a mother and her child.
Maybe it’s because I’m in my own season of transition after years of waiting. Maybe it’s because I now relate to all the ways a woman can revel in wonder over her part in Creation. It could be the opportunities I’ve been given to document motherhood by dear friends, like Kelsey and her sweet Crew.
From Kelsey to Crew: When I found out that you were on the way, my heart raced and my head spun as my hand clutched my chest without me even realizing. I wasn’t planning to become a mother just yet, and I desperately tried to make sense of what the future would look like. But as I shared the news with your papa and a smile spread across his face that I swear I had never seen before, I knew this was somehow perfect. I knew the craziest and most beautiful adventure had begun. We had been dreaming about you for years, and now you were coming. It wasn’t my plan, but in that, there was grace.
The nursery was finished. The hospital bag was packed, checked and repacked. We were ready, right on time. Your clothes were all washed and folded, your diapers were filling a drawer, your grandmother was in town, but you, my dear, were in no hurry. I walked the entire city and read an extra book, but you were staying put. But the time to meet you came… and the time to meet you went. Two weeks later, we finally made our way to the hospital. It wasn’t my plan, but in that, there was grace.
We had a birth plan. It was well researched, typed in my favorite font, and included a photo of your dad and I, just as an extra special personal touch for our birthing team. I labored and labored, as time passing excruciatingly slowly and also inexplicably fast, all at the same time. But after 18 hours and a few scary moments, we accepted that you were not entering this world the way we had hoped. It wasn’t my plan, but in that, there was grace.
“We have a son!” Your father exclaimed the second you breathed your first breath. You were laid on my chest, and your dad and I held you close. I studied your face, and it was somehow a face I knew well. After all the years of imagining you, and 42 weeks of dreaming of holding you, there you were.
You had a button nose, and less hair than I was expecting. But it was you. It had always been you. I knew every tiny feature on your face. I knew every tiny movement of your body. A piece of my heart was laid on my chest that day, and a supernatural power to protect you and love you with my every fiber was birthed. Our craziest and most beautiful adventure had arrived. We have so much ahead of us, but it is an overwhelming honor to be trusted to care for and raise you. And in that, there is grace.
Photography & Introduction by Nikki Santerre.