Our baby.

Our baby.

I was culling through a new batch of photos tonight from an awesome afternoon session, and I remembered snapping some quick shots of our 3yo to check the direction of the sun and work out a few kinks before the family met us at our spot. As I went through them, I noticed one in particular, marveling over how familiar that stance of his looked.

Kinda made my momma-heart skip a huge beat.

Our baby’s not a baby anymore.


I’m gonna go cry myself to sleep now.

‘Nighty night.



Comments (2)

  1. anne

    Avery keeps promising me that she’ll stay 4 forever. please please please.

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