It was just my sister and I growing up. Although my mom always says she wishes she hadn’t stopped at two. I absolutely adore my sister. We fought a lot growing up, but she was also my protector, savior, the one going after anyone who dare make me cry. She was my hero (and still is). So, whenever I photograph siblings I can’t help but hope they will grow to adore each other, to protect each other, to be best friends.
This little peanut rocked his debut session. Big brother came into the world way before he was expected, so mom had to be extra careful through pregnancy #2. This baby came on time, and so darling, these photos just touch my heart.
Cheers to life, to babies who make us smile, to brothers and sisters who are our heroes, to families…