A stamp on my life.

As much as we all have moments in our lives that stand out, whether they be happy, sad, or angry times - there aren't many that stamp your life, leaving an imprint and changing you forever.

I had one of those moments this week.

me in the moment.

I have written about my sister, who was due with her third baby, before now. But did I ever mention that she asked me to attend her birth?

Honestly, is there any bigger honor? Not for me there isn't. I am so lucky.

I asked if she wanted me to film it, which she did. I hope she still feels that way once she's seen it. I think it would be quite confronting to view that - but empowering at the same time. To be able to watch something that powerful and to know by seeing it that I DID THAT! Amazing.

And amazing - just doesn't quite cut it. I've said it before, I'll say it again. That woman is a machine! The birth was so controlled, so peaceful, so beautiful. I would keep going but I would run out of adjectives for what it was and it still wouldn't describe it.

Breathtaking. Incredible.

Extraordinary. Amazing.

Even the midwife thanked her. She had her faith restored in births that can be called beautiful.

And look what she made! Look at her! 6lb 13oz of beautiful baby. Sophia Jane. Sophie.

Isn't she clever.

I love you Sarah. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart for allowing me to be a part of one of the most amazing things you have ever done, and will ever do. You, to me, are amazing.

xx