I love me some maternity sessions. Especially when it is their first.
Noone can prepare you for motherhood.
No book; no words from elders or peers who’ve travelled down the blessed road.
They can try too. And they do; we do. I do.
But words can never truly express the experience. The wave and rush of emotions; of love.
A love so ridiculously pure it blurs the lines of life that separate questions and fear of existence.
You’re watched in a subtle yet deafening epiphany of purpose. And encapsulating it all is love.
Its simply, love.
