I remember how fun it was to open all those baby gifts at the showers we were thrown for our first child. This is a different kind of fun, the kind of fun that shows up on your doorstep most every day in the form of a brown mailing box or in the brightly wrapped gift that you open at lunch with friends. I don’t often photograph them before they are thrown into use – over our shoulders as handmade burp cloths, sleepers washed and worn before she outgrows them, books read by an older sister to a younger one, money deposited into new piggy banks, dinners devoured and desserts savored, blankets snuggled up under on the first cool evening of the late summer. Most have her name on them somewhere, many are handmade, a few have more calories than need to be counted, all are greatly appreciated and loved.
Thank you all for your thoughtfulness.