We’re heading to a nature preserve next week for family photos—not the rushed kind, but the kind that feel like us. Soft, playful, a little chaotic, and full of love. I want to remember this season—not just how we looked, but how we felt. How we moved through the world together. How we showed up for each other.

As moms, we’re so often behind the camera. But I’ve learned—especially after walking through cancer recovery—that being in the frame matters. I want my children to have proof of our love, not just in stories, but in images that say, “She was here. She adored you.”

These photos are a way of pausing time. Of saying, “This moment mattered.” And maybe, just maybe, this will become a tradition.