There is something about viewing photos of my children when they were younger that makes my heart melt. Perhaps it is the style of haircut, or the innocent eyes, the chubby hands, maybe the memories about the excitement in their face over simple, simple things. My son played on this ladder the entire weekend while we painted over our builder's cream paint. So happy to go up, to go down, to sit, to stand. I could gobble him up!
He still flirts this smile and look. It is just him. Happy, relaxed, confident.
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