a bag for mya's mama

Our friends have become parents for the fourth time. This time, to a baby girl named Mya, who they adopted through the most sovereign of ways. I got to hold baby Mya last Thursday night, and I.was.in.love. Postpartum hormones + love for our sweet friends + beautiful family photos = one teary, emotional Ruth. This is the diaper bag I made for Mya's mom--not so much because she needed one, but because I wanted to mark the significance of this addition to their family with something unique and formed with love--just like Mya.