Whenever possible, I like to disappear into the background so that whoever I’m photographing almost forgets that I’m there. That way the story just unfolds through the lens. The authenticity of the moment. The real deal.
My beautiful sister recently gave birth to her second boy, as documented in this post. I was lucky enough to visit this newly expanded family just a couple of days after his arrival home.
It brought back a flood of memories of when I brought my second (Jack) home. I remember the strange combination of nostalgia from my firstborn (didn’t I just bring her home?) mixed with the wonder of how our hearts effortlessly make room to fall in love yet again, all swirling together with utter exhaustion.
I remember the many faces they make.
(I have a caption for each one of these but I’m not sure Mom and Dad would be as amused as I am. But one involves the name ‘DJ Danny’, am I the only one that sees it?)
Then there’s the panicky moment when your firstborn is demanding you hold them, while of course your arms are already full.
The way we can stare and stare and stare and stare…
How heartbreaking it is to watch our firstborn’s world get rocked, having to learn the hard way to be ‘gentle’ around baby brother. It’s just not the same anymore is it little buddy?
But then our hearts are soon bursting again as he steps right into big brother mode – learning to ‘shhhh shhhh’ his baby when he cries. I got this one Dad…
A lot of love here
And when baby finally falls asleep again…
For a moment it’s as though nothing has changed