View the galleries of real women, experiencing the sweet, crazy journey of motherhood. Capturing the beautiful, the messy, and everything in between—it all deserves to be documented.
i hope to remind other moms of the beauty in what feels messy in the moment. those real moments are your legacy to your children, memories that they'll cherish one day.
i wish i had known. i wish i could see photos of my mom in the few weeks after becoming a mother—rocking him with tears in her eyes, willing him to sleep, if even only for a few short minutes.
I wish i could've seen as she became a mother of two, struggling to remind my brother he's loved, while keeping me content in her arms. i'm sure she probably felt defeated—but i bet it was the strongest she had ever been.
now that i'm a mom, i get it. but I want to leave those memories for my children—for myself. the most precious time in my life, and i barely have photos that document those real, messy, but beautiful moments.
I became a mother to Connor in November 2015. Two weeks after my due date—teaching me the first, and most important lesson in parenting...patience. I didn't cry when I first saw him, instead I stared in disbelief. I did, however, cry for a solid three months after having him. Hormones are funny.
I could barely care for myself after labor, he either nursed or cried almost every hour of the day, and baby blues led me to believe my friends didn't want to be friends anymore. And somehow, I yearn to relive those early months, to slow time down—to at least relive it in photos.
I opened this business five years ago, but it wasn't until him that I realized my passion for capturing motherhood. I saw moments slip by, albums full of photos I've taken of my husband and him, with the ones of me few and far between. I want to remember these times, and share them with my children one day (if even for shameless bribery opportunities.)
I’m a military brat, turned civilian, struggling with a constant case of wanderlust. Waves, sand, and sun cure everything. My husband, Calvin, is a saint for dealing with me and keeps me sane. My son, Connor, is my entire heart—even if I’m on the struggle bus 90% of the time as I adjust to #momlife.
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