Thoughts from a Broomfield motherhood photographer

I am running late. Again.

I'm instructing my kids to find the shoes they've misplaced — again — reminding them for what feels like the hundredth time that if they'd just put them in the same spot every night, we wouldn't be doing this every single morning. The baby is babbling away in his carseat because I buckled him in first, and now that he's crawling he's been getting into absolutely everything. So sweet. Also very challenging when you're trying to get everyone out the door.

I remind my third child to grab his jacket — once, twice, three times — while he does headstands in the living room. When I finally get him to stand on his two feet, I grab a sweatshirt from his older brother's side of the closet. I make a mental note: I really need to go through these clothes, he doesn't have anything that fits anymore. But that's a problem for later. Right now I just need to get everyone out the door.

And Then I Stopped

I kneel down to button up his jacket, and then I stop.

Just like that, everything slows down.

I look at his face — really look at it — and something has shifted. His eyes look more mature. The baby chub is gone. He looks completely different to me, like somewhere between the chaos of this morning and the chaos of every morning before it, he changed. He's not the little toddler jumping off the furniture and pulling his sister's hair to get her attention anymore. He's a boy. A big boy, who is suddenly getting interested in new things and talking about things he remembers.

It felt like I was standing still in time, just staring at this boy standing right in front of me.

When I told him, "Wow, you are so big" — he smiled from ear to ear, stood up a little taller, and said, "Yah, I am a big boy, woohoo!"

I kissed him on the head and rushed him out the door. But right before I pulled it shut, my eye caught the photo on the dresser — a picture of him from a few years ago — and I thought to myself: I am so glad I got those photos taken.

I shut the door. But the memories and the feelings stayed with me.

Once everyone was buckled in and we were finally on our way, I kept thinking about that photo. When I look at it, I don't just see a picture. I remember how the weather felt that day. I remember how the grass was so rich and green and the sun was shining on his face. I remember hearing his siblings giggling at him in the background.

But What Happens When We Wait?

Because here's the thing — as a motherhood photographer in Broomfield, I talk to mamas all the time who say I wish I had done it sooner. Life gets busy, sessions feel like one more thing on an already full list, and we tell ourselves we'll do it next month when things slow down. But then one morning you're kneeling down buttoning a jacket and you realize that season you were going to capture? It's already gone.

This Is Why It Matters

And that's when it hit me — that's why we do this. That's why we get updated family photos taken, why we do newborn sessions and milestone sessions and golden hour sessions with a Broomfield motherhood photographer. It's not about having a pretty picture to hang on the wall. It's about being taken back to that exact moment. The warmth of the sun. The sound of the laughter. The way your heart felt that day.

When you have those photos to physically hold and look at, your heart gets wrapped up in all the memories of it all. And that's why I show up for every single session — because these moments don't wait.

Photos aren't just photos.

They're feelings.

If you've been putting off booking your session, let this be your sign. I would love nothing more than to give you photos that take you right back to a moment — the chaos, the love, and all of it. Let's connect!

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