Ralf died just two days before our scheduled maternity photo shoot. It ended up being the day of his funeral instead of the day we were going to have our first family portraits taken.
Those that know me well can tell you how much I love pictures. I always used to make elaborate collages of my favorite snapshots as a teenager, and still have more picture frames around my house than the average person. I think it’s amazing how a camera lens can capture a moment and freeze it in time forever. Since losing Ralf, my appreciation of the art has grown even more. Our wedding photos and video are so beyond cherished.
During my last two months of pregnancy, and then once Mason was born, it broke my heart to think that we would never have the type of family pictures I’d always wanted.
I hoped to find companionship again one day, but I never imagined finding a man who could love me so deeply, despite my brokenness.
A man who would take Mason into his heart without hesitation and love him the way I know Ralf would have.
A man who could make all of our future family photos whole again.
I never truly believed we could find that man…until we did.
This is OUR family picture.
They say a picture is worth a thousand words, but they could never adequately describe the value of this one.
Thank you, Michelle, for doing what you do.