Never Not You

Saviour pt.1

It was a few days into December, and the house was alive with the warm, familiar sounds of Mateo's album echoing through the speakers. The soft, melodic tunes wrapped around Aurora as she moved about the living room, her heart brimming with excitement and nostalgia.

Aurora had decided to embark on a creative project that would capture the essence of their little family: a series of homemade music videos featuring Mateo. Each video would showcase the joy, laughter, and love they had shared since his birth, with clips of Mateo, herself, and Leah woven together like a tapestry of memories. Aurora envisioned the videos flowing seamlessly, transitioning from the earliest moments of Mateo's life to the present day.

She sat at her editing station, surrounded by a plethora of video clips, each one a snapshot of their lives together. The first few frames showed the chaos of Mateo's birth—the overwhelming joy and a touch of exhaustion painted across their faces as they cradled their newborn son. Aurora's fingers danced over the keyboard as she carefully selected the best moments: Leah's gentle touch, the way she'd lean over Mateo, her face glowing with love as she sang lullabies to him during those late-night feedings.

There were playful snippets of their day-to-day life—Mateo giggling as Leah made silly faces, the three of them enjoying lazy mornings snuggled together on the couch, the sunshine streaming through the window, casting a warm glow around them. Aurora remembered the feel of the soft blanket they'd wrapped themselves in, the scent of fresh coffee mingling with the sound of laughter.

Each clip brought back a flood of memories, filling Aurora with joy and a sense of purpose. She wanted to encapsulate not just the moments themselves but the emotions behind them—the love, the laughter, the occasional tears of frustration that were a natural part of parenting.

She noticed how many clips featured Leah. There were moments of her playing peek-a-boo, teaching Mateo how to stack blocks, and playing football in the garden. Aurora grinned as she watched Leah in action, fully immersed in her role as a mother, her spirit shining through in every frame. The moments of just Leah and Aurora, however, were scarce. Aurora had focused primarily on the family aspect, creating a narrative that centered around their son, even if it meant leaving out the intimate moments they cherished together.

For years, Aurora had relied on professionals for these types of projects, but this time, she craved something more personal. She wanted to pour her heart into it, to create a visual love letter to her family that was raw and authentic. She wanted to be the one to tell their story, capturing the essence of what it meant to be a mother and a partner, all while using the backdrop of Mateo's laughter and love.

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a golden hue across the room, Aurora worked diligently, piecing together clips, adjusting transitions, and choosing the perfect parts of Mateo's album to accompany each video. The process was labor-intensive but fulfilling, a labor of love that mirrored the life they were building together.

With every click of the mouse and every drag of a video file, Aurora felt a sense of satisfaction wash over her. Each video would be a treasure, a piece of their family history that they could look back on together, reliving those moments long after they had passed. And when it was all done, she imagined snuggling up on the couch with Leah and Mateo, sharing the finished product with them and watching their faces light up with recognition and joy. It was a gift, a celebration of their journey as a family—a beautiful reminder of the love that surrounded them, captured in the frames of her carefully crafted videos.

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The album was finally complete on the night of the 9th, just hours before Mateo's birthday. Aurora felt a whirlwind of emotions as she sat in her studio, the glow of her computer screen illuminating the space filled with clips and music that had consumed her for days. Mateo was peacefully asleep in his crib, the soft sounds of his breathing echoing through the nursery, a soothing backdrop to Aurora's final preparations.