I'M Coley, Artist and baby whisperer
Every girl in my 5th grade class wanted to be Mary and hold a real baby in the nativity play. I was instead cast in the roll of "Artist". But before the play started, I got to hold the real baby. In that moment holding that baby, something changed in me. I fell in love with babies. I saw something. There was something unbelievably special about babies.
Since then, I’ve had 2 of my own babies. I’ve held them and had that irreplaceable magical feeling of joy fall on me all over again. Then a sense of anxiety ticks in. I have to soak it all up as much as possible because the next time I look at that baby, she’s going to be older and different.
This is central to life for me. This is my life right now. I want to give this to you. I want to take a picture of you holding your baby soaking in those eyelashes as they sleep. I want to frame that photo for you so 5 minutes from now, when that baby is crawling or drinking out of a sippy cup or putting on their own shoes and you’re learning more about the person they are every day, you can remember how it all began.
Space (yes... Outer)
Sound of Music
What do you love?