I recently attended a lecture about photographers working in war torn parts of the world. Their images and stories were so compelling and touching – most of the audience members cried throughout the presentation. I left there feeling dazed and a little dejected. What business did I have calling myself a photographer? These guys are risking life and limb to change the world and affecting global politics with a single image. The most harrowing thing I’ve had to endure is getting caught in the middle of a particularly lively Hora.

I was in this funk until I saw these images. Now, I would never presume to be in the same category as someone like James Nachtwey but what I did realize is that in a very small way, I am affecting lives. These children are at such a lovely ephemeral stage. Inevitably these rounded cheeks will smooth out and the adorably crooked smiles will be straightened. At some point a little boy ceases being comfortable with throwing his arms around his father’s neck or giggling with his little sister, but right now these are perfectly normal activities and I’m so glad I was there to preserve it all. Thank you Costin Family for reminding me that the little moments can add up to a lifetime of worthwhile work.