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With her mom being photographer, my daughter is used to constantly having her photo taken. She’ll see me snap a moment in time, documenting something she or her little brother is doing, and will run up to me, telling me “draai eens om” (turn it around) so she can see herself through the selfiecam. Or she’ll ask me to see the photos I’ve just taken. Recently, she’s taken it upon herself to take her OWN photos (at 3 years old), using her dad’s iPhone. And she’s pretty good at it, too. But until now, I haven’t had the pleasure yet of having her really pose for photos (I do have those portraits from when she was 13 months old, but those were her captured in a magical moment), for a Real Photoshoot. So that was a happy moment for me, because I’ve been DYING to get recent portraits of her…

I’m not an impulse buyer, especially not when it comes to expensive items such as equipment. I actually feel anxious about a big purchase. I’ll decide to order something, right? And then at the last minute I’ll cancel the order procedure, because I need to think about it just a little while longer. Or maybe read some more reviews, just in case. And the next day, this cycle will repeat itself until finally at some point – yes, I will buy what I want. I don’t know what it is. I’m not particularly frugal. You should see me when I buy clothes for my kids. I’ll go nuts. What even is a budget? But with bigger purchases, perhaps there’s a bigger risk of it being a bad purchase. And it feels like more of an indulgence to spend hundreds of euros on something for myself. Now – as a mom…

Just a few more of my son to share today. He turned one on March 25th, when we’d already been in social isolation for a few weeks. It was a bit strange to not have his other loved ones there to celebrate the milestone, but they were with us in spirit, and Luuk is at an age where he doesn’t realize anything yet. We shower him (and our daughter) with extra love and affection in the meantime, to make up for lost hugs over the past few months. It’ll be an interesting story to tell them when they’re older. We don’t dwell on it too much anymore because everyone is going through. In a way because of that, I feel more connected to humanity than ever before. From a distance.

My house and heart are full. These photos, especially put next to each other, mean the world to me. When my daughter Rosalie was about 13 months old, I snapped some photos of her as it was snowing outside. I stood outside the window, capturing her in awe of the white world surrounding us that day. To this day it’s one of my most beloved, favorite photos ever taken. Cut to 2,5 years later, when her little brother Lucas was also around 13 months old (a few weeks ago). My husband Wil had taken him outside, and I from inside saw the beautiful golden glow of the setting sun falling on their blond hair. I quickly grabbed my camera (which still had a 100mm lens on it – but it was perfect), realizing that it wasn’t just the moment that was special but the timing too. Portraits of my boy…