There isn’t much I love more than a good story.  I think this probably goes back to my childhood and having my Great Grandmother, Gamommie, tell me the same three stories over and over at bed time.  They weren’t your typical bedtime stories about the three bears and Humpty Dumpty, they were stories about our family.  One in particular was about the day my Grandmother was born. 

Said in my best Sophia voice of course… Picture it: Nashville, August 1938.  So hot you could fry an egg on the pavement.  This was of course before the time of air-conditioning and the heat among other things caused the delivery to not go smoothly.  As a result both my Gamommie and my grandmother almost passed away.  I remember the pain in her voice as she would tell me about the fever she spiked, the ice baths they gave her, and how scared my Paw-Paw had been that he would have to raise his baby daughter alone.  With pride she would recount how she fought her way back to health and how much she cherished that baby, her one and only child.  There is only one thing I can think of that would make the story better – if I had a picture of the first time she held my grandmother in her arms. 

I had the distinct honor of photographing the birth story of my friend Amber‘s first child, a beautiful baby boy named Colin this past Thursday morning.  I had never witnessed a birth before and it was an incredible, emotion-filled experience.  I am so grateful to Amber and Brandon for allowing me to be present for the arrival of their little miracle.  Plus, it totally puts a smile on my face to know that one day many years from now when Amber tells her great grandchildren about the day her first son was born she will have a photo or two to go along with the story  

I’m posting a few of my favorite shots from the morning, but to really get the feel for the story I urge you to view the slideshow.  It is such a beautiful story of the start of a new family.

Congrats you two!!!  He is absolutely beautiful!!