Years from now, I'll remember that sweet head of baby fine blonde hair. But I might forget the way the wind swept it up into a tiny golden tornado that day.
We have lots of photos of Isaac - an overwhelming number, thanks to the unholy trinity of photography, first-time parenting and digital cameras.
They're all special to me, but I have a soft spot for the details. Someday, when I'm old and he's grown - I know they will bring me a lot of joy. They already do.
so lovely
ReplyDeletehappy to see another sweet post from you.=)
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ReplyDeleteoh that fistful of sand. i am longing for the days we can take a trip to the park to play in the sand...tired of bundling up already this winter!
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