the birth of arthur lee

posted on: 7.14.2015

"soon it will be time for the baby to become it's own separate person. one cycle is ending and, immediately, another is beginning. what has been called 'labor' is that in-between experience...the fulcrum...that small, short period of time and space between the baby's two worlds." -hypnobirthing

i cannot adequately put into words what an amazing and spiritual experience it was to be present for that fulcrum, the space in between the two worlds of arthur lee. i have labored twice myself and those experiences alone have changed me but it is an experience entirely different to witness a woman birthing.

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i am beyond grateful to my brother and sister in law for allowing me to be present in their most intimate moments to document the birth of their son. it was an honor.

on the farm

posted on: 7.06.2015

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this is the childhood i always dreamed of for my children. weekends spent on my grandparents farm. this weekend was perfect, full of hammock swings, creek exploring, learning to fish, and just play. there's something about the pace at the farm and the freedom my children feel here that makes us all the best version of ourselves.

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posted on: 6.15.2015

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fun with a box

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posted on: 6.08.2015

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i was cooking dinner saturday night and looked out the window to catch e in her fairy dress picking "flowers" (weeds) from the yard. i love watching my children interact with their world and i love that i get a front row seat to observe where they find beauty. there is currently a bouquet of weeds on my dining room table.

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posted on: 5.31.2015

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a recent visit to smale riverfront park.

last day

posted on: 5.27.2015

eleanor finished her first year of pre-k today. what a year it has been! she's wearing nightgowns to bed now, she asks for scented lotion after her bath, has her own chapstick, she sounds out words, can recognize nearly the entire alphabet and numbers, and has graduated to drawing pictures of actual things. and just for juxtaposition and because as her mama i sometimes miss my baby girl, i rocked her to sleep tonight.

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