A friend and I were talking the other day, and it hit me like a ton of bricks: time is the enemy of the family, and the busyness of our life steals time away, and all we have to show for it is tons of photos stuck on our iPhones.  Here is a story about Anna

Anna sat on her living room floor, surrounded by her children’s old baby clothes and toys. Her two oldest were now in high school, and her youngest was already so independent. As she sifted through old photos on her phone, she realized they only told part of her family’s story—quick snapshots of moments she barely remembered.

Then, she found an old portrait from when her oldest was three. Her heart squeezed seeing their little faces, the closeness they shared frozen in that beautiful moment. Unlike the scattered snapshots, this portrait captured an entire chapter of their family’s journey in one frame.

Anna decided that she wanted more of these timeless memories. She knew time would disappear, but portraits could hold onto what mattered. One day, when her children had their kids, those portraits would tell a story of love, laughter, and the fleeting beauty of childhood.

Time may slip away, but portraits allow us to hold onto our memories. Childhood is fleeting; capture it in a way that lasts.