I first photographed Opal when she was 10 months old. It was in the middle of winter, and her little hands just couldn’t stay warm. She was bundled up in a little cow onesie, with her rosy cheeks growing rosier by the moment. That was two winters ago. Now she’s a little lady, running through trees, climbing up rocks and talking about everything she sees.

It’s amazing to watch little ones grow before your eyes. It’s one reason I love photographing families so much. Here’s a peak into my short walk through the woods with Olivia, Kate and the darling little Opal, who’s not so little anymore.