Tuesday, April 15, 2008

A bittersweet portrait of my Wild Thing

Oh my. I see the boy he is becoming, the baby he was in this picture. Tears well up in my eyes because I can't freeze time, and just savour this point a little longer. My sweet little Wild Thing, who has never had his hair cut. If I hold my breathe can I keep him like this forever, right on the cusp of being a real boy?