My Story

This is one of my favorite pictures from when I was pregnant. I was 35 weeks pregnant and unexpectedly on modified bed rest. Every week that passed was going to be a milestone. While we had done a wonderful maternity session a month earlier, I knew I had wanted to have Stephen take some more pictures in our nursery. That day, there was no time like the present. I took out the mom mug I had made for our announcement picture and somehow managed to get myself into the floor. I was thinking about our baby and wondering if it would be days or weeks until we finally would get to see their face and hear if our Tiny Croft was a boy or a girl.

And then that tiny baby started kicking all around. That’s right when this picture was made. Henry was born 20 days later.

As I write this, I’m sitting in that exact same spot. My now 10 month old darling little boy is helping, in his own way, to help me fold his laundry. And those at home pictures? Well, they’re still my favorite. They speak so much of who our family has become. Earlier mornings than we were ever used to means the coffee pot is always ready to brew another cup and laundry is endlessly piled in baskets, but this is who we are now.  And after waiting for Henry’s arrival for so long, I want to remember every little bit of it.

My Why

My favorite images of my son are the ones where he's surrounded by his mess of choice at that moment. At 2.5 years old, he's every bit the active messmaker you would expect, and I wouldn't change a thing. It's who he is now. One day, he will outgrow so many of the things he loves now, but as he gets older, I know he'll look back on those same images with a smile. Why? Because they speak so much more to how we really live now. We spend our days playing and learning (currently on read #17542724 of a dinosaur pamphlet), and when he's all grown up, those are the photographs I want to have for us.