i often beg this boy to please stop growing! he is on the edge of his seat, waiting to be five. the more i plead with him, the more he grows. sigh. i decided instead of fighting the ticking of the clock as i watch my sweet first-born plow his way through boy-hood – i’ll simply embrace it: playing in the dirt, giving giant squeezes, the very occasional kiss, and of course setting up a battlefield of star wars characters. after all, that is why i photograph, no?
oh sweet boy, i love you to the moon and back! eskimo kisses my love.
by angie
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