Covered in glitter and crumbs. Waking up to maracas and fairy wings. Pockets full of rubber bands and dandelions. Buried under book piles. Dirty hands with homemade kombucha. Coffee in the rain. Waiting for that sacred scrap of silence.
Too precious! He seems to be looking right at us with that sweet little expression. Is there a hint of red tones creeping into his hair?
He's so adorable. Happy 4Months, Brixton.
Forgot to identify myself on the last comment.
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