Part 2 of my vintage photo dreams. But boys- sometimes it just feels harder to get what I want with photos of my boys, without it feeling too feminine. My little guy is three, and just the cheeser, family clown. His dimples melt my heart, and the hat just really took the cake .

Isn’t there something tender about little boys, the little hands that squeeze my shoulders for hugs, and crawl into my bed in the morning. They are the ones that bring me all the dandilions that line my kitchen windowsill in their favorite drinking cup. So many little things that bring so much joy to ones life.