Lashes

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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