I take hundreds of photos every month, and most of them don’t get shared with anyone, let alone online. And yet the moments in time that those photos capture are just as important a part of our story as the other images that I do choose to share.
I originally created this blog as a method of documenting our lives, a way of watching the girls grow into who they’re going to be and a memory-box curated to represent who they once were. It’s something I want them to be able to look back on as they get older, because memories fade but (digital) photographs don’t. A legacy, of sorts.
It’s easy (and tempting) to only focus on sharing the fun bits, the memorable parts, the highlights and the celebrations. But I’m learning more and more as I continue through this wild journey of motherhood and life that it’s really important to me that I capture the ordinary, everyday times that we spend together. There’s magic in the mundane if you pay close enough attention – sometimes you have to actively look for it, and sometimes it’s right there in front of you.
I’ve started to include myself in the frame from time to time as well, because I was there too.
These images are the details – the pieces of the jigsaw that fill in the gaps to complete the bigger picture of ‘us’.
They offer tantalising glimpses into who the girls are becoming.
They tell the story of the chaos, the calm and all of the moments in between.
This feature – The Moments In Between – is a space for me to share all of those wonderfully imperfect and messy parts of family life that would otherwise just stay in a folder on my laptop, never to see the light of day.
DECEMBER 2025 // JANUARY & FEBRUARY 2026
It has felt like a very long winter. After autumn brought such a flurry of change and transition, this season has felt like a heavy sigh as the weight of everything slowly began to settle. The weather has reflected this – deep sub-zero temperatures followed by relentless downpours. There has been so much rain. It has taken extra effort to keep my head above the water and be the version of me that I like best, the me that seeks out joy and looks for the lesson in everything.
The last three months have been a curious combination of slow, quiet days intermingled with full, busy days. Ella came home for the holidays and then was gone again just a few short weeks later. I’m still not used to saying goodbye, though I am, I suppose, a little more used to her not being here day-to-day now. There have been multiple birthday celebrations, and Christmas, and the visits from family that accompany those things. All interspersed with the inevitable winter colds and exams and leaky roofs, which each took their toll in different ways.
It feels strange to be sharing festive photos now – December seems so long ago already. I’ve moved on and now here we are at the end of February, where I am cautiously and quietly enjoying the very tentative early signs of spring just beginning to emerge.
I’m glad that we are at the end of this dark season now and yet as I look through them I can see that there are so many moments of light in this collection of images. A happy surprise.
This was us, and all of our moments in between, throughout Winter…
