they are so so tiny. so new. so fresh. so precious. only for a few weeks, then before you know it, their wrinkles morph into rolls. i love the first week after a baby is born. i love documenting them so pure and untouched. their soft skin, wrinkly knees, quiet yawns, and tiny feet deserve to be smack dab on the middle of your wall.
They're nothing short of a miracle.