Every spring, like clockwork, the trees outside my studio come alive with blooms. It always takes my breath away—that fleeting moment where winter finally loosens its grip and everything feels fresh, soft, and full of possibility again. This year, those blooming trees feel a little different. More emotional. More sacred. Because this year, I’m missing both my mother and my grandmother.
In February, I said goodbye to my grandmother for the last time. And with both her and my mom now gone, I’ve found myself aching for the kinds of photos I never thought to take. The simple, everyday ones. The ones where they’re just laughing. Holding a grandbaby. Standing in the kitchen. Looking into the camera—not for me, but for my children, and their children someday.
Whether it’s just you and your babies, a session with your mom, or three generations of motherhood side-by-side, this experience was designed to honor the connections that mean everything—and so often go undocumented.
As women, we tend to put everyone else in the frame before ourselves. We wait until we’ve lost the last five pounds, or until we have more time, or until someone reminds us we deserve to be seen.
I know what it feels like to want one more photo. Just one more smile. One more hug frozen in time.
I don’t want you to miss that chance.
So if you’ve been waiting for a sign to finally step in front of the camera… this is it. Come as you are. Come with your mom, your babies, your grandmother, or by yourself. Just come.
These photos won’t just live in a frame. They’ll live in the hearts of the people who love you.
