Photography and text by Corey Amaro
I met Melanie a few years ago when a blog reader (Yosh) saw an antique in a photo on my blog that she liked. Yosh wrote me an email asking if the antique was for sale. Luckily, I had Melanie's business card, I called her to ask.
In other words because of a photo on my blog, that a blog reader responded to, I became good friends with Melanie.
In September, right before I left to go to California, Melanie was nearly seven months pregnant. We had talked about talking some photos of her round belly. We had hoped to take them when she was further along, but as I was leaving we decided to take them earlier just in case she had the baby before I returned home.
Melanie and her round belly came over to my house. I gave her an antique sheer linen curtain and told her, "This is what you are going to wear for the photographs."
She laughed, Melanie has an easy laugh, even when I am serious.
"Really?"
"Really."
Melanie is also a good sport, she said, "Okay, I'll trust you."
I think she let me have my way because I am older than she is…. and wanted some photos of herself pregnant, and well the curtain was an antique. You see with both have a thing for antiques.
Laughter was a big part of the day. Trying to hang a curtain on a pregnant woman is not an easy task. Let's just say you have to be pretty good friends to do it.
We took many photos… and not just because Melanie is photogenic (God is she photogenic) but because that dang curtain wouldn't cooperate, or hang, or fold the way we wanted it too.
And then the baby would kick…
Melanie had Mathis early, a few days shy of my return to France.
Mother and child are fine (click here to see Mathis!)
I am hoping to take some photos of both of them… with the antique curtain of course!
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NOTE:
The responses to yesterday's miracles… your stories are beautiful! I read and re-read them. Touching, heart warming, soothing… hopeful! I don't want your miracles, nor your sharing of them to stop I want to hear more of them!
To some miracles are events that cannot be explained. To others miracles are the beauty of life at hand. Miracles to me are the small notes of love that make me believe in something far greater than here and now. Miracles can be events that cannot be explained, and moreso they are the beauty that leads me to love.
The random winner (French Husband picks a number and then I count through the comments to that number: Which was eleven.) The winner of the altar chemise is Jenna.
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