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It started with one photograph. My baby, half-asleep on my chest, golden light pouring through the window behind us. I remember thinking: I need to remember exactly this. Not a posed version of it, not a filtered version. This.

It also started with a cancellation. I had a Fresh 48 session scheduled, someone booked to capture my baby's very first hours, and they cancelled on me. By the time I was discharged, that window was gone. Not delayed. Gone. I will never get those specific hours back, no matter how badly I want them. That loss is what put everything into perspective for me: how fleeting this all is, and how unforgiving the timeline can be once you leave the hospital doors.

That feeling never left. What began as me chasing light around my own living room, camera in hand, baby on hip, became something I couldn't put down. Eventually, something I turned into a business, because I wasn't the only mother who wanted this season held onto in its true form, and because I never wanted another mother to feel what I felt when that window closed on me.