07/13/2026
Twelve years ago I lost my daughter, Ruby.
I was 16 weeks pregnant. We'd done all the genetic testing, and everything was perfect. We knew she was a girl, and we already had her name picked, Ruby, after her grandmother.
Losing her broke something open in me, and for a long time I mourned the whole life I thought I was going to have. I still think about her every day, and when July rolls around, she's on my mind so much.
I'm not sharing this for sympathy. I'm sharing it because so many of us are quietly carrying a loss like this one.
This life, this business, all of it was built on the courage it took to keep moving forward. I've found love again, and every day I try to be the best version of myself. This life looks nothing like the one I pictured when I was pregnant with her, and I wouldn't trade it for anything. It's funny how the universe has a way of putting you in the right place at the right time.
I always wanted a rainbow of my own, and the universe said no to that one but I've made my peace with it. Deacon will always be my little sunshine baby, and I show up for him every single day.
I share Ruby's bucket so the next mom knows she's not alone, and I want to remember Ruby out loud because she's part of my story. Photographing your little rainbows lights me up every time, and my heart fills up a little more with each one.
Thank you for trusting me with them. ❤️