Okay I lied. I need to be making supper, but I sat down. After on the run all day. And now I'm procrastinating. But only because I was reminiscing a few days ago and rediscovered some photos of the boy that made my heart sing and put a smile on my face. And I just had to share them.
This was when he was 4.
And he had "that hair".
4 was hard. 4 was wonderful. His smile melts my heart and makes me feel that all is right with the world.
But ...
... 6 is good too. And his smile still makes everything okay.
