Hello! I'm Felicity and I'm a motherhood photographer based in Fort Worth, Texas. Snuggle up, get cozy, grab a cup of coffee (or an iced chai tea latte in my case) and enjoy this showcase of my latest work. I'm excited to give you a little peek into my life and the moments and milestones I capture for my clients.
If you had told me in early 2015 that I would find my joy photographing Fort Worth’s expecting mothers, I wouldn’t have believed you. The idea of becoming a maternity photographer was the furthest thing from my mind. I spent the first half of that year in a dark place. Orion and I had been trying to get pregnant for three years and I was having a hard time coming to terms with the fact that pregnancy wasn’t going to happen for us.
I would want to throw something at the television each time I saw a commercial for a pregnancy test. I could easily be reduced to tears by an invitation to a baby shower. Target kept sending me coupons for maternity clothes and I wanted to crawl under a rock. I became the master of the “I’m happy for her and sad for myself” mantra. I didn’t recognize myself. That’s when I knew something needed to change.
Parenthood, not pregnancy, became the goal and we set out to figure out how we could make it happen. For me, healing started right here. Parenthood went from being an “if” to a “when,” and I started to feel more like my old self. Fast forward to late 2015 and we had completed the process of becoming eligible to be adoptive parents. That one sentence makes it sound so easy, but it’s a crazy-complicated endeavor.
All of the hurt I experienced while we were struggling with infertility was real, but it was almost completely washed away the moment I met my son. When I was struggling, a close friend gave me a card from @emilymcdowell that said, “Please let me be the first to punch the next person who tells you everything happens for a reason.” It was the perfect sentiment in that moment.
Of course, now that I’m on the other side, I wouldn’t change a thing (and I definitely don’t advocate punching people). I was meant to be Graham’s momma, but that doesn’t mean getting here wasn’t hard. If you’re currently struggling, I know there is nothing I can say or do to make it better for you. I wish I could wash away your pain, but all I can do is send you love until you’re on the other side of this hard season.
This story is why I’m surprised that when I meet a pregnant woman on a sunlit evening, I’m overjoyed to be her maternity photographer. The early 2015 version of myself wouldn’t have shared my enthusiasm. Realizing that I’ve turned this corner tells me that my heart is healed… and heals a little more each time I have the pleasure of photographing a joyful momma-to-be.
Now, when I look at a maternity image, I see possibility and hope. I think about the baby that’s about to arrive and change a family forever. I think about the family heirlooms I’m creating. Someday this baby will look at these photos and say, “that was me in there.” Motherhood happens in so many beautiful ways. I’ve never been pregnant myself, but I love getting to share a part (an easy part) of the experience through my art.