I'm not a photographer who dips in and out for an hour and leaves. I live here in Southeast Houston. I'm a mom.
I know what it's like to have a kid who won't smile because he has to put his phone down and be present with his family. I know what Monday feels like after a weekend of tournaments.
When you tell me your toddler will be wild, I smile — I expect it. When you tell me your teenager thinks senior photos are cringey, I have a plan to make him actually laugh.
I started this because I wanted to freeze time for other moms who feel that same ache — that desperate, nostalgic feeling that childhood is happening too fast and we can't hit pause.
Your session will never feel stiff or performative. We play. We walk. We joke. I might tell your kids to sprint at me full speed, or whisper their silliest secret to Dad. That's where the real stuff happens — the nose crinkle, the belly laugh, the way your husband looks at you when he thinks no one is watching. That's the photo you frame.