Sara and Andrew simply radiate love. I honestly thought I was photographing their engagement session! These two are so funny, so joyous, and so courageous to spend the afternoon with me out on Chicago’s lakefront after experiencing the blizzard of 2011.
We started the pregnancy session inside their home. Did I mention they own a bunny rabbit?
Here’s Lulu! “Please don’t pee on the bed, please don’t pee on the bed!”
Yes, we totally went there!
I loved the colors inside their home!
We ventured to the lakefront on a surprisingly warm day. Thanks, you two, for wading in knee-high, dirty Chicago snow!
Fact: Sara has beautiful blue eyes!
Fun fact: Andrew is such a terrific sport. I asked his pregnant wife if she’d like to throw snowballs at his face. Sorry, Andrew, and thanks!!
No more snowballs to the face, mmmkay?
Thanks, you two! Looking forward to meeting your little one! Very best wishes to you both!
And Andrew, thank you for being such a trooper!
Andrew is also a writer for the Chicago Tribune and I found the story of how these two met so sweet, I asked him to write a few words.
“Sara and I met when I answered an ad for a roommate for her apartment in Washington D.C. We set an appointment and some days later, agreed that I would move in on the first of the next month.
But it almost didn’t end up that way.
One night after work I drove from my apartment to hers and talked with Sara and her old roommate. I also met her dog, Lola, who gave her stamp of approval by jumping on my lap the moment I sat down. The conversation was friendly, and when I left about 15 minutes later, Sara agreed that she would call me by Sunday night. In the meantime she would meet with other potential roommates and I would visit other potential apartments.
Sunday night came around I was sitting in my studio apartment when the phone rang. It was Sara. She had called to offer me the room in her apartment.
To this day I don’t know why I answered as I did. Maybe I was caught off-guard. Maybe it was because I wanted more time to see other apartments (I hadn’t seen any). Maybe I got nervous being put on the spot.
No, I said, and thanked her for calling.
But almost as soon as I hung up, I began having second thoughts. It was a big apartment, in a great location and Sara seemed to be good roommate material. And I did like the dog.
After five minutes I called her back. “Did you rent out the room yet?”
I moved in a week later, we started dating after four months of living together, and ten years later we’re still “roommates,” best friends and parents-to-be.”