Miracles Do Happen

A few short days ago, a good friend of mines life changed forever.
She was pregnant with her little bubby. A culmination of her and her husbands love, growing safe and sound in her belly, getting stronger each and every day.

Her pregnancy had been fraught with worry and concern as there were complications of sorts, and in the end she was put on permanent bedrest. Loosing him was a very real possibility, so she set herself up with her own sources of entertainment, and focused on keeping her little “Augustus” in her belly where it was safe for as long as she possibly could.

Her world changed 9 days ago. Things started to happen and “Augustus” was welcomed into the world – 16 weeks early weighing less than a kilo and just over 30cm’s long. He’s a little miracle.

I wished my friend all the happiness in the world, and whilst I’m not a church going kinda person, I’ve said my fair share of prayers the last 9 days. Praying that his little lungs will strengthen, that he will continue to thrive and soon enough, be strong enough to have cuddles with his Mummy and Daddy.

As a highly emotional person, my first reaction was to grab my camera, and rush to my friend to be with her. Teeny babies like this are fence sitters, and their health can change at a moments notice. I wanted to be there with her, hold her hand and tell her it would all be ok, and that he would be ok. But I realised as I thought about it, that this was her time. Her time to spend with her little baby boy and she would call me when all was well and she was ready for visitors. Till then, it was text messages and Facebook.

I’ve become a Facebook stalker these past few days!

I got that text today. “Mel He’s moved hospitals, so let me know if you want to come and see us”.

Those few words made my day.

So tomorrow, I will leave the house, camera attached and I will see my friend. My wonderful friend who has her miracle baby and I will do my best to capture his tiny little fingers, toes, eyes and nose, all whilst he is in the humidi-crib.

So excited to see you dear heart and your little miracle.

All my love,
Mel x

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Own Your Curves…

As I write this, there is a beautiful, curvy, gorgeous, voluptuous woman sitting on a plane, on her way to Melbourne. A town that holds memories of both joy and sadness.

She has an intricate story and has weathered more storms than most people her age. But she’s on a mission. A mission to get her life back, to find her true strength and accept her beauty – as it is right now, and in the future.Miss K as I call her – married the love of her life in October 2011. Finally someone who would love her – unconditionally.

Isn’t it sad that we should have to put the word unconditionally into the same sentence as the word love? What has society turned us into?

Today I am on a mission too. I am on a mission to help Miss K accept her curves. I want to show her what her husband sees when he looks at his wife, and what I see when I look at my friend – someone I look up to as a sister, someone who is beautiful on the inside, the outside and everything in between.

Curves no matter how many you have – are gorgeous. Take ownership of them – OWN YOUR CURVES.

But most of all, remember that beauty is only skin deep. It’s what’s on the inside that counts the most.

I can’t wait to capture your beauty K. You’re gorgeous.
Love Mel x

 

 

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