The good kind.
The kind that boys get and girls wish they had.
Lashes like these gorgeous thick things that frame my son’s beautiful brown eyes.
I love everything about this picture.
I love that I can count his freckles.
I love that I can see the downy softness of his cheeks.
I love his pouty little lips that girls are going to stand in line to kiss someday.
I love that there are little beads of sweat on his cheek.
And I love that what I saw . . .
is what I got . . .
Go ahead, click on the picture. You’ll get to see it larger and more clearly and you can yummy on him, too.
Thankful there is mascara for the rest of us,
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