And then he arrived, all little cheeky monkey and big brown eyes.
When I first met them, before their baby boy was born, I could see their excitement, could hear in their voices a sort of nervous delight about what was waiting for them as parents. Just the idea of him was enough to make her giggle, make him wrap his arms around her and lean down to kiss the bump.
But there is something so definite about the change in atmosphere when you photograph them all together as a family. The little boy is even more beautiful than they could have imagined. A warmth has settled in their hearts, as he settles in their arms, yawning and smiling and falling asleep.
I spent the morning with them, through him being wide awake, to sleepy, to napping in the nursery, to being held, to waking, to smiling and laughing and fixing me with a look of such sweet curiosity that you could only say he has an old soul.