Because the moon? It’s far. It’s very, very far. It’s impossibly far away. And impossibly far is precisely the length moms (and dads!) go to to bring new life into this world, and to raise them in love. For sweet little Baby B, no one will go farther for him than his amazing mama and daddy.

Beth and Pat know that loving someone to the moon and back is a lifetime’s worth of love. A lifetime of right and wrong turns, bumps and bruises, exploration, discovery and joy. What a privilege and a joy it was for me to step into their home and witness some of the very first steps of that new journey as a family of three.

It’s a gift to document people on the best days of their lives— and to see how their definition of “best” grows and evolves over time.

Best doesn’t necessarily mean their most glamorous; although it can. Asia and Drew’s wedding day was pretty spectacular, after all. Asia was one of the most beautiful brides I’ve ever seen (and Drew, one of the most handsome grooms, of course!). It was an amazing day filled with the joyous celebration of friends and family.

But not every best day comes with the pomp and fanfare of ball gowns and bow ties. Sometimes, the very BEST days, are the most subdued. They are intimate, fragile. Precious.

Do you remember that old riddle about a man and his son who were in an accident and rushed to the hospital, and when they wheel the boy into the operating room the surgeon says, “I can’t operate on him— he’s my son!” and the riddle is all *h0w CaN tHiS bE?!?!* and then you were supposed to be stumped because, lol, moms aren't doctors! 

Little Baby M is never going to have trouble answering that riddle. When both of your parents are doctors, not only are you in the best of hands for all life’s bumps and bruises; you also have a pretty amazing example set for you that when you grow up you can be absolutely anything you want to be.

"Before having a baby…”

Ah, the volumes of hubris I could fill with just that one prompt. Things like:

“Before having a baby I thought people who were late were being rude!”

“Before having a baby I didn’t understand why parents would let their child scream in a grocery store.”

“Before having a baby I didn’t understand why a person would only take one shower in a week.”

Don’t worry, I have since had a formal reckoning on all of these misconceptions. And since “before having a baby I actually had time to read entire blog posts” also fits here, I’ll get straight to the point: 

Before having a baby, I didn’t really understand the point of first birthday parties.

Melissa warned me ahead of time that family was a little loud and a little crazy. And I said: I sure hope so.

Because this is the kind of “crazy” I adore. The wild, frenetic, exuberant pace of children who are loved desperately and happy beyond imagination. The “crazy” that fuels curiosity and creates a safe space for self-discovery. Mamas, you know the kind of crazy. It is exhausting and exhilarating, and on your bad days can deplete what little energy you had left at the bottom of that cold cup of coffee. But on your good days— oh, on those good days—you find tiny moments to step back and marvel at the beautiful chaos and see it for what it is: a joyful childhood.