Before I ever held a camera, I held four tiny hands that changed everything.

My children are the heartbeat of my world; the ones who taught me how fleeting moments are, how beauty hides in everyday chaos, and how love is made up of a thousand tiny glances, giggles, and whispered "I love you's." Motherhood gave me eyes to see emotion in motion, and everyday they remind me to slow down, notice everything, and feel deeply.

I’ve always had a heart for holding on.

As a teenager, I filled scrapbooks with every laugh and late-night adventure, clinging to memories like little treasures.

Everything changed when I became a mother. I picked up a camera to freeze the way my babies looked at snow for the first time, how tiny they felt in my arms, and how full my heart was in those fleeting moments.

That was when I knew — I wasn’t just taking pictures. I was keeping feelings.

Mornings start with bare feet tucked under me in my egg swing, sunlight pouring in, coffee in hand, and a little guilt-free scroll through social media while I catch up with my friends’ lives.

But if I could dream a little bigger, my ideal morning would begin with the sound of ocean waves, a salty breeze drifting in, and me on a balcony, wrapped in laughter and easy conversation with the people who feel like home.

My name, DeShawna, means of the moon, and maybe that’s always been part of who I am. Soft spoken. Daydreamer. A little celestial.

I’m a Scorpio, which means I carry my emotions on my sleeve and I feel things to the core, often without needing words. Loyalty runs deep in me. I love with intensity, protect fiercely, and live for connection. I notice what others don’t. I remember things others forget.

I’m naturally drawn to the unseen - the inner world behind the outer smile, the undercurrents in every room, the truth tucked inside someone’s eyes. I crave depth, not surface. Soul, not show. 

That depth is what I bring into every love story I photograph. I won’t just see your wedding day - I’ll feel it with you.

Don’t laugh — but have you ever walked along a harbor, and caught that mix of salt air and something just a little briny, like the sea itself had stories to tell?

That scent takes me straight back to my childhood. I grew up just a couple miles from the beaches of Long Beach, MS and that smell always meant summer. Add a little coconut sunscreen to the air, and suddenly my feet are pressed against the heat of a weathered pier, sitting beside my mom, hearing the boats clank with the rhythm of the waves, and the world feeling beautifully endless.

It’s funny how a scent can open a whole memory.

The day will fly by. Faster than you think.

And somewhere between the flowers arriving late and the music starting … I hope you find time to just breathe each other in. Kiss. A lot.

Forget the cufflinks accidentally left at the hotel. Let the cake be the wrong color. None of it will matter when you look back - not the seating chart, not the signature drink, not even the dress bustling mishap.

What will matter is how it felt when you saw each other for the first time. The way your hands found each other without thinking. The laughter, the happy tears, the way the air felt around you.

Your only real job on your wedding day is to fall in love all over again.
Not with the corsages or the table settings, but with each other. Again and again, moment by moment.