baby bird

“Hope is the thing with feathers

that perches in the soul,

and sings the tune without the words 

and never stops- at all.

all sweetest- in the gale- is heard

and sore must be the storm

that could abash the little Bird 

that kept so many warm.

i’ve heard it in the chillest land

and on the strangest sea

yet-never- in extremity,

it asked a crumb- of me.

-emily dickinson- 

our sweet, sweet baby bird

at six weeks old

i am savoring this beautiful (and often hard- it can be so hard.) 

newborn stage

…

i’ll never forget this time together

never for a million years. 

{my dear friend, kate, gave us the adorable onesie and the sweater and booties are thrifted}

the pacifiers can be purchased here for 20% off your order with code: 20NELLEBIBS

this discount ends at 11:59 pm pdt tonight / july 30

we love these so much