The hardest part of parenting isn’t the exhaustion or the mess
It’s the constant wondering, Am I enough?
And the answer is always yes.

I know it can feel strange to step in front of the camera when your body feels so different.

But these photos aren’t really about your belly, they’re about your becoming.

They’re about strength and surrender, growth and grace, and the miracle of a body doing exactly what it was made to do.

You’re not just carrying a baby, you’re carrying a story.

And that story deserves to be remembered.

They won’t remember the mess. They’ll remember the laughter, the snuggles, the way you made them feel.

The baby days are full of contradictions—they are slow but fleeting, exhausting but beautiful, messy but full of magic. One day, you’ll miss even the hardest parts.

Happy Valentine’s Day.
To the love that shows up in ordinary moments.
In early mornings and quiet nights.
In little hands, shared glances, and the people who make your life feel full.

Hope today feels soft, meaningful, and full of love in all the ways that matter most.