gentle

you'll remember his pink, peeling skin, his raspy new baby wail that catches when he inhales, repeating "gentle, gentle" to the older boys as they love on him with zeal. you'll remember exhaustion, tenderness, doubt and guilt and fear, and more ferocity than you could ever imagine. you'll remember the stillness of the night, how precious time becomes, how the love is so deep it's almost painful. 

my work as a photographer, as a historian, is to document as much truth from these first days as I possibly can. it's what I promise to do for you and yours.