Nights like this remind me why I love the camera. Because tiny, pudgy fingers are learning to take in the world around them. Because you focus on the strong veined arms of the daddy around tiny laughing bodies. Because the light is golden on the fields and it rests soft on the way they look at each other. Because when you're a mama, no matter how naughty or exhausting they have been, at the end of the day, you can't help slipping in their room to watch them sleep and wondering how you ever got so blessed. Because there is something holy in the bond of family. Because I can see my little brother as a man he has become and see his cheeky, impish ways in his little boys. Because it all doesn't last for long and sometimes you want to hold on.
