08/25/2026
Some people have a way of finding their way back into your life, even after all the years have passed.
I went to school with these girls, and every now and then, memories of those younger years come rushing back—simpler days, familiar faces, and pieces of a time that feels both so close and so far away.
Now I get to see them through a different lens.
I’ve watched these families walk through unimaginable chapters—love, loss, heartbreak, resilience, and the kind of life that asks more of you than you ever thought you could give. There have been people they’ve had to say goodbye to far too soon, and moments that have undoubtedly changed the shape of their families forever.
And yet, here they are.
Still loving. Still gathering. Still raising their babies. Still making memories. Still choosing one another.
That’s the part I hope photographs can hold onto—the beauty that exists alongside the hard things. The little hands, the laughter, the quiet glances, the chaos, the connection. The evidence that even after life breaks your heart, there can still be so much life left to live.
It’s bittersweet, photographing people who were once part of my childhood and now witnessing the families they’ve built. There’s something incredibly humbling about it.
Life moves so quickly.
People change. Children grow. Seasons pass.
And sometimes, the greatest gift is simply being there to document it.
These are the stories I love to photograph. Not just how a family looks, but how it feels to belong to one another. 🤍
