Maybe it's the newborn that brings them out in me (even though she was inside sleeping). I wish I did them more often!
March 5, 2013
Warm wind
Sweatpants
My man smelling of charcoal
Chalk as an expression of self
Follow the leader
The leader being Autumn
Of course
Caleb made a prisoner by a single step
Caleb gifting his mama a weed
Runny noses
Bouncing curls
Sturdy legs
Blue, blue eyes
What a beautiful evening
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