Look at my S.A.M.'s eyes.
I've been trying to get a picture of these clear blues for years,
and finally I got him to hold still long enough
to capture him in focus. Almost.
And those freckles.
They are delicious. And very kissable, I tell you.
I know these things.
And that smile.
There's nothing like that smile. Nothing.
It's innocent, joyful, silly, young, wily, mischievous, loving, and delightful
all rolled into one.