It wasn't until after Iris was born that I began to appreciate photography in the way I do today. I think I gave my memory a lot more credit than I should have pre-Iris. It turns out, it's pretty abysmal, at least in its ability to remember things photographically.
My interest in photography was ignited as I was determined to capture Iris' newborn (and baby) details. Babies change so much, so quickly. In my heart, I was trying to soak it all in, but I wanted to also have the photos to jog my memory later on. I didn't want to forget the details this time.
I also wanted to capture the day-to-day of our family life. As I did so, I found it brought into sharper focus the good and the lovely and the fullness of heart that I experience with my kids.
I can say without hesitation that I much prefer to be behind the camera than in front of it. But I also want to have documentation of our family together - all in one frame.
We had actually never really hired a professional photographer before. (Though a friend of ours took family photos for us twice as she was building her portfolio.)
I had never had maternity photos taken, either. Heck, I didn't even personally document my growing belly until this, my fourth pregnancy. (I'm doing something like this 40 Weeks and a Mirror series but with more clothes on. Don't worry, I won't be sharing those photos here.) ;)
A year ago, I was searching for Ethiopian adoption groups and happened upon the blog of an adoptive mama of two. She and her husband adopted a teenager from Rwanda and an infant girl from Ethiopia. We exchanged emails and it turns out our daughters were born in the very same city in Ethiopia!
I also learned she was a photographer. And that I really love her work.
I can't tell you the last time we had a photo taken, just the two of us. We didn't even order any prints from our wedding day! So these were really special.
I love this guy. He's the rock our family is built on.
We are so thankful to finally have official family photos. They mean so much to us.