My little boy is my world. Everything he does makes me either laugh, smile or ponder the beauty few the world. He has smiling eyes as he is a happy go lucky seven year old. Can I hope that he will always be that way?
While I love taking photos of him showcasing his eyes. Sometimes though I like catching him when you can’t quiet see them yet you know they are smiling.


To love him, is bliss
To honor him, is my will
To support, always
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