Sometimes I imagine that when a baby arrives it is like a collision of heaven and earth. Almost as if a dream's been made real; wrapped in human flesh with a living heartbeat inside its cages. I even like to imagine that with every child comes a message. A message that we must hear, something we need to...

If we sat down to scroll through our phones or our cameras and the images that sit on those devices or we wandered our way through old photo albums and frames, we’d find a story. We would find a story of what matters to us and what we value, who we care about and who we are. We would find, caught in...

You are necessary. You are one hundred percent needed and wanted in the world. Sometimes there will be things that will convince you otherwise, but we need that authentic expression of who you are; when you are one hundred percent yourself in exactly the way that you were made. We need your laughter...

Your joy is indescribable. The way that your lips curve just so and how your giggle fills your face. Your joy is unbelievable. I have watched you bring joy to a room. In everywhere you go and every place you occupy, you bring laughter and you bring hope. Little one, you’ve started melting hearts and they...

This is my letter to the woman who is afraid that she’ll never measure up and that all she’ll ever make are mistakes. This is my letter to the mamas who are nervous every time they hold, feed, and soothe their babies. Concerned that there is something that their baby is missing. This is my letter to the ones...

Candid photography is raw. It is uncut moments in time. It is a person getting on the bus. It is a split second where someone is doing something in their natural environment and not posing for a camera. It is not perfect photographs featuring perfect posing and lighting...

Sometimes life doesn’t look like how we imagined it would look. Sometimes things take longer than we originally hoped. We dream of motherhood from such a young age, practicing with our dolls and siblings. And in some cases, those prayers are answered differently than we expected...

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...