Jesse just hours old... So perfect!
When I held my first baby in my arms I cried... I cried for the baby still inside of me who was left behind and abandoned from my family. Birth has a way of shining the light on this sort of thing.
My boy is just hours old in the black and white image above. I miss this boy like air ... I love him with all of my heart but I cannot think for him. I know this; when he has his own children he will be like me and think about his life and it will change him - it changed me and it changes everyone else so it looks very much like its unavoidable, unless he chooses not to procreate.
Images @ Eminpee Fotography
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