There's something so sacred about returning home with your first baby - where love has been imprinted on the walls, laughter and tenderness has been woven in every corner.

Wrapped in soft afternoon light, Baby Leo was finally here in the arms of the two people who loved him most in this world. The pace was slow, as it should be. Bottles nearby, baby blankets tucked into each room, and the gentle weight of a new rhythm settling in.

We let each moment unfold, Leo yawning in his mama's arm, his tiny fingers curling around daddy's strong hands. It was an afternoon of presence and new beginnings. And I felt again - that quiet privilege of being invited in to witness another season of Mark & Corrine's family legacy.