When I first found out Malarie was pregnant (which was early on in her pregnancy due to my ability to wear people down until they tell me what I suspect), I knew I wanted to shoot her labor and delivery. I think this was partially for selfish reasons because I badly wanted to be in the room when two of my closest friends became parents for the first time, but I also knew this story for them was one worth documenting. That way they could remember it forever, including the seemingly insignificant details that always tend to fall through the cracks of our finite memory. As I say probably every time I shoot a birth session, I am completely in awe of how different and yet so perfect and beautiful every birth story is. Although I have seen quite a few women deliver babies in recent months, I am in no way desensitized to the incredible miracle of labor and delivery. Kennedy was no exception to this. Mama had a tough time dealing with some complications prior to labor, and complications only continued to arise with mom and Kennedy throughout labor and delivery. After a long and hard 20+ hours, Kennedy fought her way to life and ended up in the arms of two people who would give anything and everything for her. She is healthy, beautiful and perfect. I drove home from the hospital that night at 4am with flurries of fearful thoughts about all of the "what ifs" that could have happened throughout the night. Then the floodgates opened. I shamelessly sobbed the rest of the drive home thinking about how easily things could have taken a turn for the worse. And then out loud I thanked God for Kennedy and the amazing parents she was blessed with. I was reminded not to fear but to have hope because God performed a miracle in Kennedy's life. He is always faithful and in control. He is the author of our story. I can't wait to see what he has written for Kennedy Benfield.