Oh, those sweet, sleepy, early days of a little one’s life. Those fleeting, don’t-close-your-eyes-for-a-second days where you don’t dare blink for fear you’ll miss a first yawn or the way he’ll stretch and move just so. Exhausting, yes. Exhilarating, absolutely.

This little guy was just seven days old when I photographed him :: beginning to be aware of his surroundings, familiar voices and his momma’s presence near to him. We photographed him at their home, their two beautiful dogs watching my every move to ensure I didn’t make a false step toward their prized new possession.

I love black and white newborn portraits, and they had some lovely ones of their older daughter hanging in their home already, so it was a delight to create these to add to their wall collections, of their newest addition ::

These are the things we mommas tend to forget as our babies grow up. The quickening pace of their breath on your neck as they lean in close. The smell of their freshly-washed hair. The way they pull up their legs in close. These are the reasons we photograph the early days. To never forget their innocence. Our wonder at the miracle and joy for their new life.

He was so content with his momma :: secure, loving, comfortable.

A moment in his life to always remember.