We have a semi-open adoption with our girls’ birth moms, which means that we signed a contract to share photos of the girls with their birth moms at specified intervals.
All year, I try my hardest to capture photos of my girls’ everyday lives, their special occasions, their vacations, their time with friends, their time with family.
All year, I see for two people.
I see my daughter running on the beach, not only as myself, but for her.
I watch a birthday celebration through my own eyes, and at the same time, try to take photos for her.
I enjoy watching her peddle her bike in the beautiful sunset light, and wistfully realize I can’t capture it exactly right. I savor it for two.
As my deadlines approach, I go through all of the photos, deciding what photos I would want to see most if photos were all I got to see.
I add captions, explaining “this is her best friend” or “this is what we did for her birthday” or “this perfectly describes her personality.”
I write a letter that may or may not be read.
And then I click “submit.”
This week marks three years of moments that I have gotten to see firsthand.
I am the photographer—not the person viewing the photos through a computer or a printed album. This privilege is never lost on me.
As I click “submit,” I pray for the woman on the other end of the photograph.
And then I step away from the computer, back to my girls, and resume seeing for two.
May God fill their hearts with love and may they satisfy their longings with Him. You are blessed Sarah.
beautiful!!
Beautiful. ❤️
You are a beautiful soul.