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…
