week three

it's always an honor to document the holy grit, haze, and love of those first few weeks home with your child. 

chicago

when I worked in Haiti two years ago, he was my boy, the one I loved. we took long morning walks through the mountains every day and fell asleep in the wicker rocking chairs after lunch. he taught me all the creole I know. it was beyond beautiful to see him again. he's been home eleven months now with his patient and loving mother. I had the chance to photograph the two of them exploring the city together and it was such a gift. 

something of a miracle

nora + jacob, their birth here

the birth of Nora and Jacob

two years ago, this brave mother held both six pounds of grief and eight pounds of joy naked on her chest. her son born strong, her daughter born still. I photographed their only day together on earth, the three of them, and it was sacred in a way that nothing else could be. 

now, at thirty-six weeks pregnant, this mama delivered again two babies. we were hopeful and scared, but the day held only holiness and redemption. two heartbeats this time, a girl, a boy. they have opened the wound and the grief of what was lost is fresh, but they have brought an indescribable healing into the hearts and home of this dear family. 

Nora + Jacob, you are good. you are wanted. you are alive.