Time is one of those strange things.
In the thick of it, we’re knee-deep in diapers, spit-up, and sleepless nights.
And then—somehow—we blink…
And we’re navigating homework, soccer practice, and birthday number eight.

Life moves in seasons.
Some loud, some slow.
Some that stretch us to the edge… and others that fill us to the brim.

And motherhood?
It’s all of it.
Overwhelming and overflowing. Chaotic and still.
Frustrating and beautiful.
The hardest thing we’ve ever done—
and somehow, the most rewarding.

Yes, these are the days.
The ordinary, sacred, blink-and-they’re-gone days.
The moments you swear you’ll never forget…
but that time has a way of softening around the edges.

Babies don’t keep.
But your portraits will.

Let’s turn this season—this wild, precious, fleeting chapter—into something you can hold onto forever.