And then she arrived. The much longed for, much dreamed of daughter. And she was perfect.
The milky-tongued, nose-scrunched up yawns were pretty gorgeous too.
This little lady would not be rushed. We waited, and watched, and photographed her whilst she slept. This session even took a break for lunch in the middle. If there had been a photograph of my face on the day, it would have been one of blissful, tummy contentment. I was very, very well fed. This is a family who know how to look after guests in their home. They want you to feel looked after, welcome. I did.
Mum and Dad were sent so many gifts that we had plenty of choice of what to dress her in. So there were outfit changes aplenty, and lots of smiles about that. I’ve never met a baby so happy to be changed and dressed all over again. She giggled, and laughed and smiled her way through all of her outfit changes.
But it was never long before she needed a little siesta again. So that’s when I captured the tiny, pouting lips and the long eyelashes that fringed her eyes.
Awake again. Ready for action. Spoiling for a fight.
Pets welcome. Always.
Her beautiful crib. A little oasis of calm. For a while…
..before we recreate the look of those grabber machines stuffed full of toys and teddies. She LOVED her toys.
And to finish, another slice of time with a sleepy baby and two very happy parents.
I can take those pictures of you all looking at the camera, absolutely. I know what Grandma wants. But, for me, nothing ever beats the way a new parent looks at their child. It is softness, and love, and a very special moment of connection. I know when she grows up and looks back at the photographs I captured that day, she’ll smile to herself, knowing how much she was loved on that day. And on the days and years that follow.
Daughters are worth waiting for.