10/10/2026
Twenty-two years ago, he was a six-year-old little boy playing football alongside my Josh with the Joelton Vikings. I couldn’t have known then how much life we would get to share.
For twelve years I watched them grow up: Saturdays at football, Sundays at church, weeknights playing baseball. So many ordinary days, sports trips that became the memories I treasure now. And along the way, that sweet girl became a really big part of the story, too.
I watched them fall in love while they were still young. Then I watched them keep choosing each other as they grew up. An engagement. A wedding. Their first baby. And now, their second.
There is something especially tender about photographing a family when you remember the parents as a little boy and a little girl. I look at them with their own children now, and I can still see the boy who stepped onto that football field with mine and the girl who has always seemed to love him. All those years feel far away and right here at the same time.
And I look at the two of them together with so much affection. I’ve watched them work through the good and the hard, build a life, and grow stronger together. There is a lot of love behind this photograph. A lot of choosing, showing up, and finding their way.
As a photographer, I get to preserve a moment in their story. As someone who has loved them for years, I get to remember everything that brought them here.
Twenty-two years ago, our story started with two little boys and a football team. Now, I’m photographing the family one of those boys has built with the girl he fell in love with.
What a beautiful thing to have been here to watch. And when I'm no longer here, when they are no longer here -- these photos will remain for those little boys to love.
And happy? Happy looks SO good on them.
