There was something magical about this day.
It was overcast, and the wind hummed as a Spring storm slowly made its way towards Amherst. It didn't matter that the sun was hiding, because everything was so serene, and Lexi, our then gorgeous-mama-to-be, glowed while effortlessly taking direction in the wildflower fields. Her dress danced in the breeze as she carried a basket of simple, yet beautifully arranged florals. The mountains stood tall in the distance - past the vast, open fields - a seeming parallel to the larger-than-life experience that is pregnancy. Lexi didn't compete with her surroundings, but seamlessly blended with them. Strong. Proud. Consumed in joy and overwhelmed with gratitude.
As I've delved further into photography, I've come to the realization that there is little I love more than capturing motherhood. I have yet to experience this season myself, but I think much of my adoration for these types of sessions comes from the relationship I have with my own mother. In my experience, of all the ties we make during our lifetime, there's not one as unconditional as the love between mother and child.
What an honor it was to document this sweet, fleeting time for Lexi.
How extraordinary our mothers are.