I've gone back and forth over the last year, trying to decide whether to share these pictures. My hope in sharing them is to inspire other women to capture this magical time as well.
When I was pregnant I remember saying I became a mother the moment our daughter was conceived. I look at these pictures and see that mother held within me like a spring bud. I see the devotion, the contentment, the nurturing, the intimacy, the joy, the vast unknown.
It is the me not of my girlhood, nor the me of today, but a mysterious in-between place of ripeness and possibility.
These portraits have shown me the sacred vessel I've become, as a mother, to hold the enormity of all those moments...and go on holding them for the rest of my life.