my boy. 
sandpoint, idaho – august 2012.

this boy,
i’m telling you.
in the summertime, he would never, never, never come in if we didn’t make him.
ever.

max, you melt me.
i love that you love to play and pretend and just BE outside.
and when you finally stop to give me a “snuddle”
you smell like the earth.



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