So fresh and raw is the new life that fills a hospital room. A room that is typically cold and uninviting suddenly turns into a place of warmth and privacy where a family is already building memories. A room where you hesitatingly peek your head in the door with a smile of anticipation for what you are about to see before you. Maybe a little striped hat through a distorted plastic bassinet or a tiny arm or foot in the air.
The anticipation is high and then I see a mother. I melt. A mother has never appeared more beautiful through my lens until I saw her breathe deep in the morning light with her baby on her chest. Almost a euphoric state of contentment, joy and utter peace. Apparently this is the perfect recipe for beauty.