You know those moments in life when...

your breath catches and you blink hard to take a mental photo?

As the years pass, I catch myself doing that hard blink—the kind that tries to freeze a moment before it slips away. Like my baby, face covered in frosting, licking sprinkles off his very first birthday donut. Or the way the sun danced on the lake while we picnicked, barefoot and happy, on a Saturday afternoon. Or that quiet second glance at my husband—helmet in hand, climbing off his motorcycle, looking at me like he always does.

These are the moments I want to hold onto. I want them on film, framed on our walls, tucked into photo albums my grandkids will flip through one day, asking who I was and what made my heart beat a little faster.

That same ache for preservation is what drives how I photograph your love. Because life doesn’t slow down—it rushes forward in flashes of light and laughter and skin-on-skin connection. My job is to catch it mid-flight, and hand it back to you, so you never have to wonder if you’ll remember how it felt.