Cups of cheerios, crayons, legos, and holding you tight.
Don’t grow up too fast, baby.
Dimpled hands holding mine and squeezing my legs when I walk through the door.
These are the days that are sometimes wished away when they are hard.. but surely it will be harder and more painful to be missing them.. when you’re grown.
So I just keep clicking and hoping it’s enough to preserve these details. Your giggles, your laughter, your smallness.
These photos are my love letters to you.
