Meeting Ana | Wareham, MA Fresh 48 Photographer

The turns of the lines on the faces of family tell the tales of their love and pride, stories that do not need voices, anecdotes too grand for words. I imagine what it will be like when I, greyed, walk into the rooms where my daughters and sons have welcomed their babies, the pride I will have for them, the explosion of love so big in my heart that when that cocoon is trusted to my arms I float above and watch this ethereal scene of joy as when I birthed my own. Brothers and sisters boast of their roles and beam at their own change on that day, for everyone is new now, wonderfully rearranged.



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