I got into photography when I became a mother. It was the way their little hands had dimples I didn't want to forget, and the way my son's eyelashes were longer than my own (isn't that the way it goes?). These little details that were slipping away from me, and are still. But when I look back on those photos, I am transported back to those moments late at night that I thought would never end. I remember the way they smelled, their little giggles, even for just a brief minute.