09/10/2026
Finding my place.
Blended families are a funny thing.
When I married Megan, I became part of a family that already had its own history, its own memories and its own bonds.
And if I’m being completely open, finding where I fit into that has sometimes been difficult.
I’m not the father of Megan’s children. I wasn’t there for their first steps, their childhood adventures or all those little moments that make up a lifetime of being a dad.
And that’s okay. Those memories belong to someone else.
But somewhere along the way, something beautiful happened.
I became a grandfather.
And suddenly, there was a place for me that didn’t need explaining. A relationship that wasn’t defined by what came before, but by what we get to build together.
Ari doesn’t see the complexities of a blended family. He just knows us as his grandparents. And there’s something incredibly special about that.
Now, watching our family prepare to welcome a beautiful baby girl, I find myself feeling something I hadn’t quite expected.
A sense of belonging.
These photographs mean more to me than most I’ve taken. Not because of the light, the location or even the moments themselves, but because of what they represent.
My stepdaughter, her husband, our beautiful grandson Ari, and a little girl we can’t wait to meet.
A family growing. New memories being made. And a chapter that Megan and I get to share together, right from the beginning.
I’ve spent years photographing other people’s families, capturing the connections and moments that matter most to them.
This time, I got to capture a little piece of my own.
And that means everything. ❤️
