This little bean had an army of love around her since before she was born. Colleen and Karl didn’t find out until game day that Colleen’s baby bump was a little girl. They debated for a while over names and finally decided on Collins Lillian, Collins being Colleen’s maiden name and Lillian for the feminine first name that her mother was given but never used.
I eagerly met Collins about 11 days after she was born and spent a few hours with her. I love that this is the same home in Bryn Mawr where I photographed the Colleen and Karl’s engagement session and Colleen’s maternity session.
There were times that the session got a bit overwhelming. It happens.
Of course Colleen looked magnificent and was taking lots of walks outside with the little one.
Collins had already received two pair of Stuart Weitzman baby shoes. That blanket was made by Colleen’s grandmother and given to her when she was 11 for her first born child. Unfortunately her grandmother is no longer around to see this little baby wrapped up in it.
I am so looking forward to watching Collins grow up; I just hope it doesn’t happen too fast!
Babies are soft. Anyone looking at them can see the tender, fragile skin and know it for the rose-leaf softness that invites a finger’s touch. But when you live with them and love them, you feel the softness going inward, the round-cheeked flesh wobbly as custard, the boneless splay of the tiny hands. Their joints are melted rubber, and even when you kiss them hard, in the passion of loving their existence, your lips sink down and seem never to find bone. Holding them against you, they melt and mold, as though they might at any moment flow back into your body.
~ Diana Gabaldon, Dragonfly in Amber
