18 Summers

They say you only get 18 summers with your children. How do you make them count? For me, it’s been as simple as taking daily walks with my son, finding little ways to weave nature into his world. On cool fall mornings, especially after storms, we’ve come across fallen nests in our neighborhood—tiny works of art, built with such care and love. Looking closely at their details, I couldn’t help but think about the devotion that goes into creating a safe, nurturing space. This series is my way of reflecting on those moments, on the fleeting beauty of time, and the quiet strength of what it means to care deeply.