Tuesday, October 20, 2009

training wheels.

He is fearless. He climbs. Everything. He has given me a fat lip with the exuberance of his hugs. His love is a force. He is always in motion. He rarely speaks, unless he doesn't know we are listening. And I? I am still a girlmama trying to keep up.


Anonymous said...

Are boys supposed to be that darn gorgeous??:)

Jennipher said...

i love this!

Holly said...

That is a seriously awesome picture. Cutest little boy ever (obviously), black shirts, black VW... nice work.