09/21/2025
Being part of my oldest and dearest friend’s daughter’s pictures was a privilege beyond measure—one I’ll treasure for years to come. Some of my favorite moments weren’t the posed ones, but the quiet, tender in-between as she helped her daughter get ready. There was a sweetness in the air, a mix of anticipation, nerves, and joy, that felt so pure and fleeting. As I watched her step into this new chapter, I couldn’t help but hear Abba’s “Slipping Through My Fingers” playing softly in the back of my mind, reminding me how quickly these seasons pass. To witness the love between mother and daughter, and to help preserve those moments, was truly something sacred.
