The air was still and clear, barely a warm breath on your skin. Baby Eli napped quietly against his mama, then slowly woke to find her arm wrapped securely around him. Blinking his gorgeous blue-green eyes, he took in his new surroundings with quiet regard. After a few curious glances at my camera, he settled contentedly into charming his parents for the rest of the evening. They sang softly and played, lifting him in the air above them; he responded with glowing smile here, a tiny yawn there.
I’ve never seen two people more meant to be a mom and a dad. Patience, grace, love, and kindness abounded in every gesture, every soft word, every response to his new discoveries. My heart brimmed with joy just watching them together, smiling richly at the life they’ve created for themselves.
On my way home, I drove right through the heart of Washington DC. The Washington Monument pierced the sunset across from the capitol building, with a half dozen memorials to powerful people peeking through the early fall trees. It looked like a shot from a movie scene, so I considered pulling over to take a few photos of our nation’s seat of power. But I didn’t. Because, I thought with a smile, the most breathtaking seat of human power is in a family’s love for each other. And I was blessed with a front row seat already that evening.
A few frames from our time together:
Jessica and Eric, thank you so much for allowing me to be a part of such precious family time. I can’t tell you how much I learned about the power and love in a family from spending a short, beautiful evening with you. I can’t wait to watch Eli grow, and I hope these images remind you of the beautiful memories you’re making now.