Our visit is swift, as this newborn girl longs to nurse and be with her mama. Bliss. The way it is supposed to be. It is why, with all of this sacred newness, I visit homes with my camera. New is sanctified, fragile and fleeting, so in their own space, the comfort of home encircling, we document her in the place that has been waiting. The tree that her father painted poses proudly on the wall in the background as we visit, wait, watch, hand knit blankets swaddling, as loving arms encircle and soothe. The coffee on the windowsill can wait; there are more important things to do.