My first confession: I almost ruined our evening by throwing a mini-tantrum after seeing these photos. So many were super blurry. We were using studio umbrella lights and no flash--which looks great...as long as you can hold the camera completely still AND your subject stays still (a difficult task for a baby). And my camera is just a Canon point and shoot. I've been super jealous lately of how lovely the photos are on some of my favorite blogs. I think I'm going to start a "fancy camera fund" jar.
Anyway... after Andrew got me calmed down, we ended up having a really nice evening. We spent dinner talking about Lyla and comparing photos of her on our phones. We tried to take our time eating and even went to Starbucks afterwards for some decaf lattes. But alas, we were anxious to get back to our baby. Which leads me to my second confession (which Andrew and I both reluctantly confessed to one another....): We care more about Lyla than we do each other. It sounds weird. And I hated even typing that just now. But I suppose that's what it means to be a parent. Lyla is the product of our love for one another. And though the experience of pregnancy and child birth and the past four months as parents has made me love Andrew even more than I thought possible...Lyla trumps it all. Being a momma is truly incredible.