My nephew and Emma were born 2 days apart. As Ben was checking us out of the hospital, he literally ran into his sister and her husband on their way into deliver their second baby. How fun is that?! Can’t plan em that close, folks.
One year ago today, about a week after they were born, we had a photographer come snap some pics of both of them.
Kill 2 birds with one stone?
Somehow that doesn’t seem appropriate…
Photograph 2 newborns with 1 photographer?
Anyway, in our delirious post-pardom state we didn’t have her get a cute picture of the babies together… [I am just realizing this 1 year later] but there was a lot of individual cuteness.
someone did catch this pic of the babies side by side…
one very fast year later, we had a little joint birthday celebration. both of these pictures were taken last weekend right around their first birthdays. they both take their birthdays pretty seriously.
and, one year later, they already know how to push each other’s buttons and make each other laugh like crazy. (the second born has a few more opinions about being photographed in the grass at bedtime…)
one year ago today, someone captured a glimpse of the wonder that is a mother holding her newborn. a moment frozen in time.
this is why I love pictures. sometimes they say more than words.
excuse me while I go sneak into emma’s room, soak in her stillness, listen to her quiet fast-asleep breathing and let the sentimental mommy tears roll down my face wondering how the last year passed so quickly and how I might possibly invent time freezing so that they forever say cute things and give sweet snuggles.
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