A week or so ago, a co-worker asked me if I’d take her daughter’s one-year photos. I was surprised. I’ve never really considered photographing other people’s kids. (Self-confidence issues, no doubt.) And the only other time someone asked me to be a pretend professional photographer was when I snapped the pics for my friend Renee’s wedding.

Those moments just seem so precious to me and there’s this sense of responsibility that comes with that. What if I screw it up? I’m pretty proud of a lot of the photographs I’ve taken of Dev, sure, but those come out of no-pressure, everyday moments.

Although my first instinct was to say no, I decided to ignore myself and do it.

I’m so glad I did! The rest of the little lady is as completely adorable as those toes, I can assure you. And I managed to get quite a few decent shots. In record time, I might add, because she was quite devastated when her mom wouldn’t let her eat the wood chips and immediately collapsed into a pool of tears. And, of course, I had to take a few photos of those too.