My five year old helped me to make this little girl happy for the session.
He got her flowers and made silly faces.
After she left he informed me that he loved her.
She is adorable.
Reading has become a love for my boys.
I have a smile plastered on my face (okay Nick, tears in my eyes…) every time I see this.
My love of reading is pretty intense.
Some might call it an obsession.
My husband learned early on not to talk while I am reading.
I do not hear a word.
The boys wanted butterfly wings.
They made them by themselves for the most part.
They also became batman and robin gliders instead…
No problem, just run with it non-stop.
Best. Game. Ever.