Thousands of photos. Almost none of them shared.
Every parent we know has the same camera roll: thousands of photos of one small person, most of them from the last year. The grandparents see a dozen.
It isn’t for lack of love. Scrolling back through a month, choosing the good ones, writing something about each and sending them to the right people is a second job — and nobody has time for a second job with a baby on one arm. So the photos stay on the phone.
Small Years makes that job small. You swipe through a stretch of your library and keep the good ones with one tap. You say a line about each one. The people you invite get them in their inbox.
You choose the photos.
You swipe through a stretch of your library and keep the good ones with one tap. No photo leaves your phone until you keep it.
The words are yours.
Say a line about a photo and we tidy it — the punctuation, the ums. We never write a caption for you.
Only the people you invite.
Family open their invite, confirm their email from a link we send, and they’re in. No password, no app to install.
Small Years is made by a tiny team in Brooklyn and Lisbon. We’re parents and we built the thing we wished existed.