[ No language can express the power and beauty and heroism of a mother’s love ]
Edwin H. Chapin
They are enchanting to the senses: sight, touch, smell, sound and taste. From the instant they are created, stitched together precisely in the depths of a mother’s belly to the flash of their first gasps for air newborns are precious miracles of life.
It’s in the way they stretch all ten fingers and toes with reflexes that immediately succumb to retraction when startled. The way they blurrily focus on the marvel of sight drinking in emotional, physical and mental stimuli snugly swaddled close to family and friends.
And if you hold them just under her nose you immediately take in the soothing scent of fresh life; it’s rejuvenating. To touch, skin is smooth with a velveteen bunny type texture; faces no bigger than the size of your index finger as you tenderly caress and console. Babies are delicate and captivating, clutching you spellbound by their peacefulness and purity.
Three weeks ago I was honored to have been present for the celebration of Anthony James’s birthday. Entranced by the energy and euphoria that come with a newborn, I was able to capture the initial twenty-four hours of life. My “camera eye” gazed down upon the gurgles, wrinkles, twitching facial expressions and even the tinge of blue in his eyes; I was moved by the innocence of life.
