There is something about watching a baby sleep that reminds me of purpose. There are so many of us who live our lives seeing purpose as busyness, activity and doing-doing-doing. But for babies, they have so much purpose in their sleeping and in their resting...

I will never forget the feeling when I found out we were pregnant with you. It was as if my heart seemed to almost be lodged in my throat and anticipation started like a fire in my bones. This entire time, I have wanted you. Yes, I was worried that I wouldn't be a good mom, but there has never been a moment...

Sometimes I like to imagine that when babies are born, they are born wild. They are born without fear and without shame, they are here just as they are. They join us with all this love and passion untouched by what the world is...

Most often, home is found in the hearts of those whom we love. And you'll always have a home in ours. From the minute we heard of your coming, we carved it out for you. The moment you arrived and we met face to face, that space for you only began to grow inside of us...

Joy is contagious. There is something about joy that when we see it on another face and when we hear it in another’s giggles, it gets in our bones and bubbles up and before we know it, we’ve caught the joy too. And I think there is a way to create such a standard of joy in our lives where we are able to live out...

Baby, sometimes I wish I could take a moment and glimpse into how you see the world. I wonder how everything looks to you. I wonder what you’re thinking when you see me come into your room at night and how it makes you feel when I rock you to sleep. I wonder whether there are things you want to...

There is a magic and a miracle to this season. That amidst Santa, brightly coloured lights, sugary cookies and nativity scenes, there is this magic and this miracle. And sometimes it is almost like if you let your life get too chaotic or even too noisy, you might miss it. You might miss the wonder and the divinity of...

I will never forget the first time I felt you move within me. That swift kick where it became real. That you were living and breathing inside of my belly...

There is a lullaby that we sing over you, baby. It's a song of love and hope and dreaming big. It is song that keeps our hearts in our throats because of our adoration for you. It is a song that we sing over you every time we cradle you, every time we hold you, every time we feed you, every time your name sits like a gift upon our lips.

There is something about the waiting that feels holy and sacred. It is almost as if I pause for just a moment, I can feel God breathing as He forms their little lives and small frames right here, right inside of me.

You are beautiful. When you look in the mirror, let that be the first thing you see. As you grow, I pray that you'll put down anything you're using to define your worth and see yourself as you are; beautiful.

I believe in a tangible photography experience, encouraging you to have your artwork printed, whether it be in an album, image box or as wall portraits.  Life is just too short to let those digital files sit in a drawer, or become an obsolete file type.  Your baby and your relationships are worth more that that.  They’re worth preserving.