This is the gift I want to give you. Let’s document your legacy and your memories. Let’s document you.

Legacy isn’t just in wedding days either. When my son, Emmett, was born, it also gave life to a different part of me. A softer, sensitive, more tender part of my heart. Family, no matter the size, whether blood related or by choice, is part of that legacy. And it’s just as important to commemorate as a wedding day.

My role was clear: I want to document something real. Something that, years from now, won’t just be a beautiful photograph hanging on a wall that was stared at, but one that provoked a memory, a feeling. I wanted to create photographs that felt real.

I don’t have a romantic story of how I got here. Six years ago, I was working in a closet (yes, a closet) at a job that left me feeling depleted. I remember thinking on my drives into the city that I couldn’t — I wouldn’t — do this for the rest of my life. Deep down, I knew that there was something else out there for me.

When I asked our wedding photographer if I could just hold her bags and watch her photograph a wedding, she was quick to say “YES!,” and honestly, it was the moment that changed the whole trajectory of my life.

At weddings, I saw couples swimming through chaos. There's immense pressure to perfect a day that is already totally overwhelming. 

Some people try to set a divide between their business selves and their personal selves, but my business is an extension of me. It’s a part of me. It’s how I find purpose, give back, provide for my family, and hopefully leave a little mark in the world.

As a reformed introvert and someone who struggled to open up and feel fully, I’m now a total puddle of feelings. I owe that to my two boys — my husband, Dave, and my son, Emmett. And to my village — the humans who make my simple, sweet life so full.

These days, I’m covered in goldfish crumbs, juggling a packed calendar, and enjoying quiet nights with my husband, Dave.

We made the cutest, wildest, silliest little boy, Emmett, and he’s made life chaotic and so full. We cry a lot more when watching Pixar movies now (like, so much more) and we really love being a family of three (plus two crazy labs named Penny & Oliver).

My boys. They cracked my heart wide open.

Although I’m normally adorned in all black, listening to a rock playlist or something borderline emo, I’m a big softie.

And you wanna know why? 

I’m a version of myself I never saw coming.
Tender-hearted-gone-soft, brimming with sentiment. 

There’s a tough, ruffled exterior, but on the inside, I really just want someone to cuddle & feed me. 

Refer to me as a feral cat

lovingly

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