Little Salty Toes

Some of the best memories don’t ask for attention at all.
They arrive softly — in small hands, sandy feet, sun-warmed cheeks, and the way a child leans into you without a thought.

We spend so much of our lives chasing the big moments.
But when we look back, it’s the tiny ones that stay:

A slow morning at the beach.
A hot chocolate after swimming.
Saltwater in their hair.
Their laugh when the waves chase their toes.

Nothing staged.
Nothing perfect.
Just the feeling of being there together.

These are the moments that don’t need to be extraordinary to matter.
They are already everything.

Maybe that’s why I love printing photos —
it’s a way of saying “this mattered.”
Even if it was small.
Especially because it was small.

Here’s to sandy feet, warm mugs, easy mornings, and memories that feel like home.

Deb x