05/10/2026
Three years ago today, my world changed forever. And somehow today is Mother’s Day.
There’s a strange kind of ache that comes with becoming a mother while grieving your own. The joy and the heartbreak seem to hold hands. Some days I still catch myself wanting to call her, send her a photo, ask her advice, or tell her about another beautiful session I photographed.
A huge reason I ever picked up a camera and poured my heart into this business was because of my mom. She believed in me long before I fully believed in myself. She saw something in me worth chasing, worth building, worth dreaming for. My husband has been my rock through all of it, but my mom was one of the very first people to tell me I could do this. And I carry that with me every single time I document a family, a mother holding her babies, or moments that feel too important to lose.
Maybe that’s why I overshare. Maybe that’s why I photograph so deeply and emotionally. Because I know how quickly life changes. I know how sacred photos become.
So this Mother’s Day, I’m holding gratitude and grief at the same time. Grateful I get to be a mom. Grateful for the women who trust me to preserve their stories. Grateful for every hug, every laugh, every messy and beautiful moment frozen in time.
And most of all, grateful for my mom.
I still miss her with every part of me.
And I still hope I’m making her proud. 🤍
Happy Mother’s Day to all the moms out there, the ones unnoticed, emotional mommas, wishing to be mommas, the ones fighting to become mommas and everything in between and beyond. You’re seen here, you’re all valued here.
With love,
Me 💗
