Nearly one year ago, we spent our spring break in the City of Brotherly Love. We did not know then the meaning of socially distancing or masking up. It is almost comical that we traveled to a largely populated city right before the world shuttered down. We even cut our trip short because news of our university telling students not to return from spring break was the first real hint that this global pandemic was to be taken seriously. Looking back at these photos almost feels like studying a relic. A year later, I am missing the old normal. And those soup dumplings from Dim Sum Garden. And the fresh peking duck from Reading Terminal Market.
Babies = wonderful. And having friends with babies around the same age is equally wonderful. Please meet Miss Daisy Anne, a dear friend of Quentin’s. Daisy recently turned one, which in case you didn’t know, is a great occasion to take some photos. A few of my favorites of this sweet gal… Isn’t she the cutest??
Gratitude. That is what I feel for my friend Amanda who saw me through the hard days of fresh motherhood. Her gentle wisdom helped boost my confidence during a time when I was unsure of everything. And so it seems a little unfair that I’ll have to say goodbye to her as she and her family are moving away soon. But before that happens, we got together, and I snapped some photos of them in their beautiful home. Here are a few of my favorites… Cheers to friends, exciting new beginnings and supporting one another. You will be missed around here! love, Jen
The details are not the details. They make the design. – Charles Eames
I carried my baby for 40 weeks and a day before I met him. Prior to meeting him, I didn’t know much about him except that he was a boy and he enjoyed kicking me when I laid down for bed. My husband and I didn’t even know what he was going to look like; the 3D ultrasound machine was down at our 20-week appointment. Well all that changed on a sunny Wednesday morning. After a whole day of early labor and an evening of active labor, my midwife asked me to push at 7 a.m. on Dec. 18. Our baby wasn’t ready to meet us then, so we gave him extra time to get with the program. At around 10 a.m., we gave it another go, and at exactly 10:41 a.m., we met each other for the first time. “Hi baby, I’m your mama.” This is what I squeaked out through the tears as I held him. I kept looking at my husband who was by my side and asked him, “can you believe it??” …