As a kid I loved seeing photos of my childhood. Moments I may not have remembered without them. As a teenager I plastered my room in a collage of pictures new and old that made me happy and reminded me of how loved I was when I really needed it. When I moved out for college, I took a box of stories printed on photos, I couldn’t wait to retell. When I became a mom, I found myself so in awe of the tiny human in front of me. I wanted to always remember the belly laugh with that toothless grin, the curls that are no longer there, the silly faces, the gappy teeth, before they became distant memories, lost and only able to be retrieved with an aging brain. What I realize now is, I’ve always been a photographer. I’ve always told stories behind the lens, whether it be through a disposable camera or my professional one. The excitement I get when I hold a past moment in my hands is undeniably emotional. I’ve always been fascinated with how deeply a photo makes you feel and now, I get to share that experience with my clients. I get to hand them a memory that was once held in their hearts, but now being held in their hands. A memory that could have been lost or forgotten, but now is treasured for a lifetime.