Leibfarth Photography. (A side note: my husband is incredibly lucky and he wins stuff all of the time. I win nothing...ever. He wins all kinds of cool stuff.)
Marisa was kind enough to meet us at our house for the session. She was really great - calm and prepared. She had ideas about poses and setting. We were so happy with the end result.
Leading up to the session, I was a little, well, me. I was stressed out my next hair appointment was two weeks out. I didn't have much time to think about what we were going to wear. We had crazy schedules leading up to the Sunday morning session. I worried it would be too hot or too sunny in the places we had in mind.
And then, I just decided that in the end, the photos would be "us." I might have hair in need of a trim and color and I might have selected a different outfit, but it is me and together, it is us. Once I got past perfection, I was much more relaxed.
We were so happy that Marisa was game for including our old pick up. We love that old truck and just got it back from the shop.Our neighbors were also super kind to allow us to use their land.
We got the pictures and the perfectionist in me began to pick through each picture. The one that really got me was the bottom right. How did I let my giant, skinny fingers be so obvious!?! Then, I remember seeing these same hands in a photo of my great grandmother. I realized this connection when I saw a photo of my grandfather as a toddler, holding his mother's hands. I suddenly knew where I inherited those gangly hands.
So, I guess I am ok with my gangly hands being front and center in a picture. It's me. This is us.