You guys, I COULD EAT HIM UP. I could just eat him up. This little boy has challenged everything I ever thought I knew about love, and loving a son, and I just love him more every single day. He’s my little buddy, and he’s never allowed to grow up and leave me!
A few days ago, I took him out to our favorite field and snapped some photos of him in his denim overalls, before he outgrows them. The golden hour light was perfect, he was so happy to finally sit up and look around, and the wind had his hair a hot mess. There’s something undeniably sweet about a blue jean baby, and I have some sweet photos of baby A in her denim overalls just a month or two younger.
B is just so stinking cute, I can’t even stand it. I’m taking this post to totally mom-gush on my baby, so if you don’t care to see squishy baby photos at sunset in a beautiful field, check back tomorrow! We are in the sweet spot of baby photos because he can’t crawl away from me just yet so he HAS to endure mama’s photos, muahaha.
These photos make me miss my photography business, and remind me how much passion I do still have for photography. Thankfully, this fat little boy makes for an easy subject! Ha! I love taking the time to document his fat cheeks, his silhouette, his toes, his hands, his wild man hair that can’t be tamed – all of him, is uniquely and wonderfully made and we could not be more blessed.
We love you, B!