Fisher and I arrived midmorning for August’s in-house session. Fisher was there to play with his older sister, Parker, and I was there to document this ever so short time, when all you do as a parent is stare at how intricately and wonderfully made they, trying hard to ingrain it all into your memory. Never wanting to forget how each of their tiny fingers as it grasps just the smallest portion of one of your own is capped off with an impossibly small, yet perfectly formed fingernail. How they purse their lips looking for milk. How the crook of their neck is the warmest spot and smells so delicious you find your nose buried there nearly constantly. And in August’s particular case we certainly had to document that full and fluffy newborn hair.