Every year I’m in awe of the beauty the comes through the death of the green and vivid landscape! How can leaves dying be so amazingly beautiful? The colors peak right before my son’s birthday every year and it’s always so special. Everything died and then he was born. Haha, is that a bad story? I kind of like it…
I try to take him out and capture him in all the colors close to his day. I just love him in yellow, maybe it’s because he was born in the fall. He is so amazing, some days I don’t want him to get any bigger than this. I want to always remember him like this. I want to remember the way his voice sounds when he says, ‘Momma.’ I want to remember how he takes my hands and wraps them around him when I rock him to sleep; he wants to be held nice and close. I want to remember him running up to my leg and hugging me. My sweet November baby.
My hubby reminds me often that he will grow up and become a man and he will no longer want to snuggle and have these sweet moments with me. I refuse to believe this, even if I live in a fantasy world. There is nothing wrong with snuggling with your momma even if you’re no longer her lil’ baby.
Grayslake, IL Child Photographer