I am over the moon that I’ve been able to document these two gorgeous ladies for the past three years. What a gift it is to witness a childhood unfolding, and a mother growing right alongside it.

Each year, we dream up a session that feels true to that season of life.

The first year, the baby stage, we stayed at home. A crawling little one, a tired mama, slow mornings. Dancing in the living room. Snuggling in bed. Letting the house hold them in that tender, hazy season.

The second year, we were still at home, but everything had shifted. Her room was finally set up. There was more movement, more personality. Playing outside became the vibe. Less survival, more rhythm.

And last year, we took it to the park, big energy and wide open space. Running wild. Playing tag. Piggyback rides. Feeding ducks. Tiny hands picking flowers for mom. And mom sneaking in hugs whenever she could, knowing how fast it all moves.

Three years. Three completely different chapters.

And every single one is worthy of remembering.