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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