I remember the day before she turned one month old. Between her naps, instead of sleep, I would scroll through image after image, idea after idea, looking for the perfect way to capture her first 12 months in a photo series.
After I graduated from college in 2009, my younger brother and I moved in together. My closest friends moved away and I found myself in the same 'ol resale shop every weekend, Room Service Vintage. I don't really know what I was looking for other than some way to past the time until the next work day.
My room had this awkward five foot wide nook with the best morning light you ever did see. I moved in not really having a plan for this hole in wall. I would just browse. Looking for records, a good pair of used cowboy boots and oh - oh - what's THAT. That's beautiful. How much? $10 off. Let me get on the phone. I need to beg my brother to come pick it up with his truck.
THAT was a couch. At the time, just something I loved. That fit perfectly in the nook.
It's hard to believe that the couch I bought three years earlier - that fit so perfectly in the five foot nook - was to become the centerpiece for my daughter's first year photos.
If you count the photos from month one to month 12 you will notice one month is missing. Month seven. Month seven was full with a move to a new city, leaving a job behind and battling hand-foot-mouth. By the time I found the makings of the photo - pearls, leggings, headband, baby - she was in month eight.
But that's OK. I think of it as a tiny reflection on life at the time and how unpredictable the path was/is.
Tip: If you're a mom in my shoes, still looking for ideas the day before the big "month one" photo - here's a tip - less is more. I may have been able to capture that month seven photo if I didn't spend the first half of the month unpacking every box looking for the three different items I needed to complete the picture. And the second half of the month waiting for hand-foot-mouth to disappear after I decided I didn't care.