I love working in hospitals—I always have. I see them as a metaphor for life…joy and sorrow mingled. As a PT, there wasn’t a day I didn’t feel deep purpose stepping over the threshold. If you have any empathy at all, it’s actually impossible to feel sorry for yourself in a hospital. Hospitals clarify the heart and sharpen one’s vision.

Hospitals are where hellos and goodbyes are said. They’re the bookends to our lives and a reminder that every breath is a precious gift.

This is one of those hellos and how it felt.
This is new love and how it looked.

Little did they know, on this day…they would love their daughter the LEAST.

The baby books never prepare you for that…or the beautiful stretch marks your heart will bear.