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While making a living as a photojournalist for nine years, I always thought motherhood could wait. I used to think that making pictures and getting paid to do what I love was the most satisfying thing in the world. and it still feels as exciting as Christmas morning  when I open my door, get the paper off the porch and am proud to have been a part of preserving  history. I'm one of those gals that put my career first-kids could come later....

At 33, after one miscarriage, one fibroid tumor, one surgery, one exhausting pregnancy, one emergency c-section, one amazingly precious little boy came into my world and changed my life incredibly. Being pregnant was hard. I was blind sided by the crushing reality that what I saw idealized on television just wasn't the case for me. Not to mention that when you're carrying a baby inside of you- you are also carrying the hopes and dreams of your husband, family and friends. I was overwhelmed by a fear of disappointing not only myself but those closest to me.

I've won awards for photographs I've taken over the years and I think I'm a half way decent photographer, but nothing I've ever captured through the lens of my camera compares to this wonderful little person who is evolving before my eyes. Children fill up our hearts-mine is especially full.