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Our Little Nut

little nut collage

Good evening, everyone, and welcome, yet again, to the weekend. Crazy how quickly a week can fly by, isn’t it?

Today I have a funny story to share with you. It revolves around something that, when I found out I was pregnant, I swore I wouldn’t do. Funny how experiencing something yourself, embarking upon your own personal journey, can change your point of view. Maternity photo shoots were never really my thing… they always seemed either a little bit cheesy or self-involved. I mean, who wants to see pictures of your big, bare belly, right?

Well, throughout this whole amazing experience, I’ve come to embrace my belly (both literally and figuratively), to look upon it with much admiration and respect for the wonder taking place inside. Each kick, tickle, and hiccup serves as a (sometimes not-so-gentle) reminder that there’s so much going on inside that belly of mine. As more than one friend has warned me, the big baby belly is something that I’ll miss once we’ve welcomed our little one into the world. My belly has come to represent this exciting new chapter of our lives… the embodiment of so many hopes, dreams, and worries. It’s this continually developing overwhelming physical bond that, at nearly 35 weeks, has changed my mind. This unique feeling of attachment has made a convert out of me.

Amazingly, the mild weather has allowed for flower fields in February… albeit cover crops, but hey, color is color. Once I saw the bright yellow oceans of mustard plants in bloom, it was time to gather a few supplies, pack up the camera and enjoy!

As part of our small, immediate-family-only wedding ceremony, we planted a small walnut tree. Despite suffering a few set-backs and limb losses due to a couple rough winters and the nibbling of voles, our little walnut tree has been a real trooper. As luck would have it, this was the very first year that it put forth any fruit, and when it came to collect our harvest, there was only one solitary nut left standing. For us, this one little nut was very special and symbolic… the very first fruit from our wedding tree.

I packed up a favorite pair of my mom’s old Levi’s, oh-so-appropriately enhanced with tiny floral embellishments, and tucked out little nut into a safe pocket before heading out the door.

Thank the stars there wasn’t another soul around, because we sure must have looked odd standing in the middle of a farmer’s field, using an ironing board as a tripod.  We braced ourselves against the cold and enjoyed playing around with a few poses before putting our jackets back on and heading back home.

I’m so glad that we chose to document this moment, to capture it on camera, because I know that I’ll enjoy looking back on these photos… hopefully with a little one on my lap :)

4 Comments Post a comment
  1. Lynn #

    Just beaming ear to ear, Emily. You look beautiful ❤️I love the jeans with the genes ;)

    February 7, 2014
  2. Lovely…I’m all teary-eyed and feeling so happy for you. What a beautifully told tale of transformation and growth. All the best, E.

    February 7, 2014
  3. yvonne #

    What an amazing journey you and your husband are on… warned once it has started it never ends, in the best way possible…. lots of love yvonne xxx

    February 7, 2014
  4. Emily #

    Thanks so much for the love and support. It’s so special sharing these little moments with you lovely ladies. xxx

    February 11, 2014

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