Last year when I blogged this family’s session, I wrote about how Greta and I met (in prenatal yoga when we were both pregnant with our boys; she gave birth exactly 1 month before me and I remember being so jealous that she was done being pregnant first). I actually don’t remember us ever talking to each other in yoga class other than the general introductions at the beginning of class. But as luck would have it, we both needed lactation help and ended up back at Mercy hospital at the same time with our newborn babies.

Greta and John are both amazing artists (this is an understatement, but I don’t want to appear overly dramatic with accolades) and we are so lucky to have been on the receiving end of some of their talent. For Henry’s first birthday, Greta gave him an ABC book that she drew. Last summer when we went strawberry picking on a humid, stormy afternoon, she drew a beautiful piece of strawberry field art to commemorate the trip.

She’s the first to pull something out of her bag that I notoriously forgot (sunscreen? hand sanitizer? snacks? a hair tie? sand toys?) and has magically produced a roll of paper towels out of her car when one of my kids got a bloody lip at the park.

It was such an honor to photograph them again this past fall (see their previous session the year before!) and even better that I get to call them friends.