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Last Days as a 4yr old~ Day 1
He is my dreamer.
My a little too emotional one.
My asker of a hundred questions.
My oldest.
My soon to be five year old!
I decided in January when my youngest little man was turning three that I wanted to capture a picture of them for their last week before their birthday.
It is my way of letting go.
Sort of.
Not really.
I might be holding on even more.
No, I am letting go.
I am sure I will be able to call him a five year old sometime.
Maybe in a couple of years…
My mouth is happy.
Homeade rolls.
I just stood over the oven smelling them as they were baking.
Everyone does that, right?
The smell makes me think of Christmas.
My mom makes bread for all of the neighbors so every Christmas their house just fills with the smell of bread.
I love it.
Now how do I stop myself from eating the whole pan?