Monday, November 5, 2012

Twenty Six | Day Fifty Four

Day 54-1

When Max (and Henry!) is old and wrinkly with white hair and bushy eyebrows, this is the kind of stuff I want him to remember about his parents. I want him to remember that we may not have had the fanciest cars or the most expensive clothes but that we had a lot of fun and, most importantly, believed that he could do whatever he wanted to do, even if it meant we had to hold him in the air so he could fly.

Oh, and that he seriously rocked green jeans as a two-year-old.