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