10/23/2025
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Sometimes I’ll be walking through the grocery store and catch a glimpse of a little face that feels familiar.
Sometimes I see kids riding their bikes past my house, and I remember the moment they took their first breath.
Sometimes one of “my babies” goes to the same baby shower, and I lean over to my family and whisper, “Look… that’s one of my babies.”
if I’ve been at your birth—you’ve left a mark on my heart. you will always be a part of me.
This work has brought me into the sacred space where birth happens. mom and dad meet baby. family bonds form. love connects. again and again.
And every single time, I’m in awe.
What an honor. What a gift. 🫶🏻