I’ve spent a bit of time this week going through old movies and photos of when my boys were young… photos and videos I haven’t looked at in years. One of my favourite families just had a second child. I photographed their first son as a newborn, at 6 months and again at one year and just last week I had the honour of meeting their new little guy and photographing him. The two boys are 20 months apart just like my boys. Their oldest was born in July, just like our oldest and their youngest in March, just like ours. It was pretty neat watching the boys together and how they are as a family of four now. It was all so familiar. I remember how, after just a day in the hospital, I came home and suddenly my oldest (who had been my baby up until then) seemed so big. He felt big when I picked him up, he looked older… he suited that big brother role even though he didn’t quite understand it and how that new baby just fit into an existing family as though he was always there.