With the sun above and bringing richness to all the colors of the day, these three, soon to be four, filled their souls with laughter and the sort of delight that comes with the choice to make traditions as holds for memories rich and sweet.
This is Molly and her family in the heart of Kansas City doing what they love to do, together.
I love these film and photographs because they were made for a family making the most of the minutes that matter.
I made it for a mother pursuing her passion while living her love, crafted for a father's tender heart of strength. The imagery in it is honest sacrifice and sincere devotion, bringing light to the one they together, treasure most. Because for them, these years will be made up of moments like gems, tucked in crevices of time, pure and precious and priceless.
This is a motherhood session from Allison Corrin in Kansas City.
Because motherhood is made of so many unseen moments."But behind all your stories is your mother's story, for hers is where yours begins." A motherhood session in three little girls' room, where creativity is the color and love, their light.Read More
I'm one of three sisters myself, a mom of three girls now as well, so I know it all well firsthand. I understand how these days are forging the path for forever friendship, paving the way for memories held in a sacred space.And even more deeply, even more truly, I believe that as grandiose as this legacy will be, for right now, the roots look a lot like these moments, hand in hand, held close and warm, the sweet and simple treasures of the ordinary everyday.Read More
“Never lose an opportunity of seeing anything as beautiful, for beauty is God’s handwriting.”Reflecting just as I did last year to pause for gratitude and let it all rush back in. To let the light seep into the quiet places of the heart, let the salt settle again, the tears of hope anchored promises and new worked for new beginnings, to let the breeze of wonder and celebrations refresh the soul once again, to let the color of rich moments where soft flesh pressed up against the heart that has always known and fingers grazed against each other as they found home within each other. To remember the treasure of the now that was and in it held everything and still to believe that the best is yet to come.Read More
“The river is now. This moment. This breath between us.The space between your heartbeats. The moment before you blink. Listen: you can hear the music of it. Of the passage of time.” -LMRead More
There's a particular sort of warmth that comes with watching a family grow before your eyes.
And while some of these images have been made in dark of night and others in the glow of summer and just recently as the leaves made a blanket around us, the beauty lies deeper in the light that is, simply, them.Read More
I've been fascinated in a new way lately, a deeper sense of delightwatching these families in the in-between years. The years where some of the burden of the physical care of newborns has been lifted for mothers and fathers and in its place a responsibility has been birthed for their family. The years where everything God has knit and tucked within each uniquely needed person is being discovered by those who have loved them since they were within the womb. The years where the layers of protection and guard like tender petals begin to unfold so wonder can blossom into wisdom and the understanding of pain and forgiveness and devotion and beauty can find root. These years of a tender sort of careful, balanced nurturing, these years before they, like mighty eagles, are nudged to soar in greatness. It was this that captured me this evening. And this is the beauty I saw.Read More
Three years ago they invited me into their space, into the innocent and wonder and delight of young motherhood. You can see the session here.And while some call time a thief, for others, they make it their alchemist. Because since the years since I was with this family last, time has made house a home in a way that can only be called sacred. This is the space where tears are cried and feelings are hurt and all of humanity is hashed out. The space where stories are made and told, laughter is hearty and deep and with a look, all is known. See fifteen years ago it was just them, young and in love, choosing each other, promising always. And now in a blink, they are here, celebrating over homework, cheers-ing through soccer games. Here they are finding the treasure of romance made richer with the familiar. And thus, this is the art of what they have together made- after school, in the space of their home, on a brilliant autumn afternoon.Read More