07/02/2026
Time doesn’t ask permission when it moves.
I photographed their parents’ wedding years ago — she was a baby then, and he was a young boy lighting up the room without even trying.
Now I’m here again, quietly documenting what feels like an in-between chapter — the last moments with their grandparents before another sibling arrives.
Nothing dramatic, nothing staged. Just presence, touch, familiar voices, and the weight of knowing something is about to change.
These are the moments we don’t realise we’re in until they’ve already passed.
This is the part of the story I never take lightly.
