Several times yesterday while I shot these (I cannot wait to get the film ones back), I found myself thinking about how in just a year or two, they’ll start to drift further from little girlhood... heading into those years sandwiched between now and tweendom. With Alice, everything felt slower. Her life from 0 to 10 was one long, soft stretch. My career was quieter, our world was smaller, and I had four years at home with her. I didn’t get that with Goldie and V. I’ve been in fight-or-flight since the day they were born, hustling to support us all .... rushing, shuttling, surviving. But time feels different now. More intentional. Slower. I feel more centered ... able to actually see their little lives unfolding, not just sprinting toward the next thing. It’s seasons like this that make me wish I’d had four more. I’ve never heard by anyone say they wish they’d had fewer babies ... only the opposite. And to that, I relate deeply. And so I’ll hold this season close, barefoot in the garden of their girlhood, watching the magic while it’s still ours to keep. 🌺 🧚🏻‍♀️ ✨