These are not perfect pictures. They're unposed, unpolished - alive in their imperfection.
They dwell in the in-between moments: in quiet and in chaos, in the fleeting instants that might have slipped away.
Yet within these fragments lies the fullness of what we shared - the simple alchemy of ordinary days that made us a family.
I was not chasing milestones, but the poetry of the everyday: the rumble of play, the gentle traces of a life unfolding together. Here, love revealed itself not in grand gestures, but in small ordinary moments quietly taking shape.
From this tapestry of gestures and light, something lasting emerged - frames stitched together across time. More than memories; these images are evidence of presence. They are proofof what it means to be seen, to belong, to be held.
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