Alysa Beth Photography

06/23/2026

if my daughter is a willow,
then let me be water
a river at her feet, nourishing the soil she stands on

quenching the birds
that perch upon her
so that they might
whisper into her ears
the words I know
i will not always be around to say ..

Let her
see her reflection in me
and love every branch, however imperfect

let her rise high,
and be as tall as she can be even if growing means outgrowing me
and as she graces the sky, let me love her so loudly that she can always hear my voice

and when I cannot stop
the cold from coming,
and her leaves begin to fall,
let me catch them in my waters
and watch them grow back
even stronger in the spring
different versions of my girl, but always the willow I knew at first roots

and when my river runs dry, and death takes my hand, let her find me in the rain,
and in the love she has for her own daughter one day.






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06/21/2026

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SUMMER MINIS NOW

Memories of barefoot snuggles & wild laughter.

Family Mini Sessions
$199
July 12 & 13
Ocala FL

AM and PM slots available.

Short, sweet, and full of heart. 🤎
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06/20/2026

SUMMER MINIS NOW

Memories of barefoot snuggles & wild laughter.

Family Mini Sessions
$199
July 12 & 13
Ocala FL

AM and PM slots available.

Short, sweet, and full of heart. 🤎
Limited spots available.
DM to claim yours.

06/05/2026

Some seasons are measured in years.
Others are measured in grass-stained knees, wild laughter, tiny hands reaching for yours, and the way your children still run back when they’re done exploring.

It’s always a great time with The Crews family—right in the middle of the beautiful chaos. Chasing sunsets, carrying babies who aren’t so little anymore, and holding tight to the days that somehow feel endless and fleeting all at once.
I LOVE this family 🤎🙌🏼

06/04/2026

I have grown a second heart, tiny ears and lungs and toes.
I have traveled outside my body to collect a soul from the cosmos.

I have found the meaning of life with a newborn baby on my chest-the one I nourished in my womb, then months more from my breast.
I have buried the woman I was, with no funeral or time to mourn, for the moment I heard that first earthside cry, the mother in me was born.

So if you find me softer now, do not pity me or try to explain away the lunar strength that beams behind my eyes.
Do not tell me there is not magic blooming like begonias in my bones, or that the emotion that seeps like rivers down my cheeks is simply just hormones.






Emotive photography

06/04/2026

I see you growing every day, but I don’t really notice it,
until someone who hasn’t seen you every day does, a Facebook memory flashes before me, or the size of yesterday suddenly doesn’t fit.
The shock is my reality.
I smile, cry inside,
and proclaim: “It goes so fast”.
I look at you, my baby again,
that same child I’ve known since before anyone else, and think -
“Watching you grow is the best experience of my life.
And even if it hurts a little, loving you today helps more than a lot’’

05/19/2026

You have a softness about you right now.
And it’s beautiful.
So natural.
A reflection of who you are becoming.
You love to cuddle.
You ask for kisses.
You can be so gentle.
And I hope it never fades.
Even when you’re older.
Even when you’re no longer a little boy.
Especially when you feel like being called a “mummy’s boy” is no longer a compliment.
Because you will always be my boy.
I will always be your mum.
And we will always have parts of each other.
So my darling boy,
My little lad,
My one-day-your-own-man,
It makes no difference.
My arms will always be open.
My heart will always be waiting.
You will always have a key to my front door.

05/08/2026

Her softest season ..🤎✨

A message from your new baby …
I wake and slowly open my eyes.
I can’t see much yet.
I move my head from side to side and stretch out my scrunched body.
Am I where I think I am?
I check for your softness beneath me, your scent above me, and your touch around me.
You’re here.
I’m home.
And so my heart rate slows.
I nuzzle close into you to fill my tummy with your warm milk.
I don’t taste your tired, or depletion - just your love.
My eyes start to feel heavy again as I am living in my own dream awake.
“You are heaven. I can’t wait to see you here again soon” I think, as I fall into a deep sleep, knowing - There is nowhere I would rather be.

- From the book Everlasting Motherhood by Emma Heaphy

05/07/2026

A little more love, a little more chaos, tiny footsteps multiplying beneath Us…

05/06/2026

Boots on old wood…homegrown, heaven-touched,
the kind of love that lingers long after the light is gone.