Mason was my first born & until his sister arrived-my whole world & the center of my universe. But in January of 2011, my sweet boy passed away in his sleep at just three years old. In an instant, my life shattered. I was left completely broken, unsure of who I was or how to move forward.

In the midst of my grief, with gentle encouragement from friends & family, I picked up a camera. I had no formal training-just a longing for something to ground me, something to bring me back to life. Photography became my therapy. It gave me a reason to get out of the house, a way to reconnect with the world, & eventually, a reason to smile again.

What started as a path to healing, quickly became something much more. As I photographed more families, I realized this wasn’t just helping me-I was helping these families preserve their memories. My passion grew from personal healing into something far deeper; a desire to capture moments that matter.

There are so many memories with Mason I wish I had captured-little details, everyday joys, fleeting expressions. And because I know the weight of what it means to not have those photos, I’m devoted to helping you hold onto yours.

Photos are all I have to remind me that my life with Mason was real. They are proof of our love, our time, our bond. And that’s what I hope to give you-a tangible, lasting reminder of these beautiful, memories.