08/28/2026
We took the girls back to Hong Kong this summer.
The building behind us is Murray House - one of the oldest in Hong Kong. It was taken apart in Central and rebuilt, stone by stone, by the sea in Stanley. An old-fashioned kind of place, the kind you go to on a slow afternoon.
It was actually my first time there too. My husband held our little oneās hand as she wobbled along, our older girl ran across the black-and-white tiles until she couldnāt stop laughing, and I stayed a few steps behind with my camera, watching their eyes light up. The wind off the water was a bit mild, the stones warm under bare feet, tourists spoke in every language, the girlsā laughter was louder than all of it.
Hereās the thing about family sessions: they really donāt have to be formal. No perfect outfits. No posing. Just a walk somewhere you love. The dusty little knees, the moment she turns around to call for dad, the small backs of them walking ahead together.
What I want to remember isnāt only the smile. Itās the whole afternoon. š