I changed weeks on Saturdays. You know, during my pregnancy. Every Saturday was another week my belly grew, another week my little app had a new set of cute little fetus facts and fruit size references - and I would force myself not to read ahead even though I was d y i n g to jump just one more week, or five. I was like an impatient child too excited to wait for the next Christmas advent calendar door to be opened. I was consumed and elated, overwhelmed with anticipation. So

Today was the best day. And we didn't take a single picture. I know. I know. Kind of a sad thing to be proud of. Not even a big deal right? But it was for me. Taking pictures isn't a new thing for me. It's not something I've just recently picked up or started to love. It didn't start when I had Sawyer or bought my first 35mm. No - it's been a part of me for as long as I can remember. Ask my parents, ask my brothers, ask my husband. It's just simply my favorite thing to do. Ta