Embracing Imperfection

I’ll be the first to admit—I’m not chasing flawless. I don’t believe that’s where the magic lives. I believe it lives in the imperfect, in the honest, in the vulnerable.

Sometimes that means a photo where someone’s hair is out of place or a child is making a goofy face. But those little quirks often end up being the favorites, because they tell the truth. They remind you of what life really looked like in that season—not the polished version, but the real one.

Authenticity will always outlast perfection.