Late Friday afternoon I got a surprising call. A familiar voice from my grade school years was on the other end - his first babe had arrived days ago but it was already apparent that the wee wonder was going to grow quickly and something had to be done to freeze the moment - even if only in a photo. I was happy to solve the little dilemma of documenting his daughter's first days and we quickly made plans. I stepped into their home on Monday morning and there was proud Papa Paul with his tiny balled up baby - he stretched her out toward me. "Do you want to hold her?" Did I ever! The moment i nuzzled her into my inner elbow it all came back like a wave - my baby girl was this size only four months ago, but I only barely recall it. Yes, new parents are sleep deprived and especially when there are other children to care for the day is hectic and blurred but the truth is, even if we had every moment free to stare at them breathing they would still transform before us at a mind-blowing rate. And then nature plays this seemingly benign game with our memories, leading us to believe that our four-month-old baby is still as small as when she was born. I came home from my time with baby Hope and her beaming parents filled with their joy and squeezed my chubby babe and smelled her hair with a big deep breath and took in her blue eyes which are slowly turning brown and tried to remember if she was ever as little as Hope. "Of course she was," I thought, but I had to rifle through my pictures to see it for myself.
Thank you Paul and Jessy and newbie Hope for letting me document this moment in your lives. It's gone in a blink!