Honey hazed afternoons.
Love to see that afternoon light spill over and onto my guy there.
Somedays, it feels a little uncomfortable to call him “boy” because he’s becoming more introspective and aware and, well, merging into the young man I know is fighting like hell to come to the surface.
He has those pouty lips and sullen eyes when he sees me trying to snap a pic, and I’m treading this fine line of respecting him yet still being able to freeze snippets of him on camera.
He never leaves me worrying about that growing-up-too-fast for too long, though. He has a playful side that is beating that right down.
Love that about him.
One of the best things in the world to be is a boy; it requires no experience, but needs some practice to be a good one.
.Charles Dudley Warner.
damn! that kid…he slays me, love him so much.
serious love. ;)