He's more independent.
More opinionated.
More sure of himself.
He's starting to run away from us, metaphorically and literally.
I know we have a decade and a half before he leaves our house.
I know that we technically have "plenty of time left" with all three of them.
But as they run away from us -- in some sense -- a little bit more each day with their mouths wide open, big grins on their faces ...
It makes me want to run after them ...
Catch them ...
Scoop them up in my arms ...
Smother them with kisses, and never let them go.
4 comments:
Presh!
Really great photos. :)
Ahhhh! So sweet. Continue to cherish these times while you can. They won't let you snuggle and kiss on them soon.
Beckie, Don't remind me! (Most days) I want them to stay small forever!
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