what is it about seven? it nearly catches my breath in my throat to even say it. seven. not a toddling little boy, yet still so far from the teenager he seems to want to be. i thought his personality had been really pushing through a few years ago but something about the phase in his life right now… i feel as though i’m just now, really seeing the boy he’ll be as he grows.
he’s not a fan of pictures but every so often he’ll humor me. i treasure them now, so much more as they’re few and far between. my first born, the one who made me a mama what feels like an eternity ago, my mini me. my danny boy.
(portra 400)
