Bram in a forest of owls.
This boy has some overalls.
The loves of my life.
Every time Bram and I do skin-to-skin, he wraps his left arm around me this way. I can’t think of much better.
B & Aunt Kippie. They’re fond of one another.
His mouth. As J said, smooches on those lips are each worth about an hour of sleep.