07/29/2026
There is so much about the newborn days that you swear you’ll never forget.
The button nose. The impossibly tiny lashes. The peach fuzz on their shoulders. The way their whole hand wraps around one of your fingers. The little stretches, sleepy smiles, milk-drunk snuggles, and the way they somehow fit perfectly against your chest.
And then, somehow, they grow.
This season has been an especially tender one for me.
Over the last year, I’ve had the privilege of watching several of my closest friends step into motherhood. I’ve photographed growing bellies, waited anxiously for “she’s here” texts, walked into homes still wrapped in that hazy newborn bubble, and watched women I’ve known and loved for years become mothers right in front of me.
And then I met Charlotte Elizabeth. 🦋
One afternoon, not long after she was born, I got to just sit there and hold her for a while.
And something about that tiny girl sleeping in my arms cracked me wide open.
I realized how beautiful this chapter of my own life is, too.
I may not be a mama yet, but right now I get to be part of the village. I get to love my friends through pregnancy and postpartum. I get to hold their babies when they need two free hands. I get to watch these tiny humans grow up and be another person in their corner who has loved them from the very beginning.
And maybe one day, when they’re bigger, they’ll ask me what they were like when they were this small.
And I’ll get to tell them.
But even better… I’ll get to show them.
The fuzzy shoulders. The tiny toes. The way their mama looked at them. The way their daddy held them. The home they first came home to. All the little details that felt so ordinary in the moment, but became priceless with time.
Maybe that’s why photographing motherhood feels even more sacred to me lately.
Because I’m witnessing firsthand just how much happens in these quiet chapters. How much a woman changes. How quickly a baby grows. How deeply a family is being born alongside them.
And all of it deserves to be remembered.
If you’re expecting, don’t wait until they’re here to decide whether these moments are worth documenting.
They are. 🤍