Just the other night as I carried him to bed and lay him in his crib, I touched his newly cut hair and I sighed. I had an internal conversation with myself about how much I miss the curls that used to grace the back of his head. I lamented at how I wished I had taken a photo of them where the focus was just on the curls.
And then over the weekend as I was perusing some old Lightroom photos, I saw this and I smiled:
I am so happy to have found this photo though it is bittersweet to look at. How I wish I could touch those sweet curls just one more time.