Playing hard. Working on puzzles. Riding the old horse. Sun is streaming in. Plenty of sleep for everyone. Cool morning air. Full of possibilities. Maybe the pool. Maybe going out to lunch. Fresh pasta from the farmers market. Sweet, local tomatoes.
I am afraid to take him to the hair dresser. Afraid they will cut off all his hair, or that he will look too grown up, too official. That innocent head of hair. So I started cutting it myself last night, nervously. It turned out OK, definitely "unprofessional" but sweet. I know he and I will only get away with that for a little while longer. So I better enjoy it.
2 comments:
Great photos. MAN, does he look like DAD or what these days?
Look how big he's getting! I love the horse shots...that horse is super cool!
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