I may look at these photos at first and think 'oh gosh I look awful' 'I'm this....' 'I'm that....' but then I look at them a while later, maybe a week or a month or more, and I remember where we were, what we were doing. It's almost like I am back there again, and what I look like doesn't really matter.
"Pose for one and then we'll go in" I said. He really did follow instructions properly. Lovely little catalogue pose right there.
These were from our cinema trip last Sunday. I love, love, love how he places his arm across my chest and clutches my face in his hand. He is so adorable. So protective. And so proud of me. As I am of him.