A couple of months after Dorothy was born, I found myself in my parent’s living room…filtering through our family albums yet again. I opened up the album entitled 1986 and stumbled upon photos from my OWN birth story. I’m sure I’d had seen them several times over the years, but I don’t think I’d looked at them since I became a birth photographer or a mother myself. And although I had heard my mom share her birth story countless times, there was something so magical about getting to see the love and joy on my family’s face on the day I arrived in the world.
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