My middle son is three years old come Monday. Three. Three long and trying years. Three years full of the most hard-earned joy! Three years of the most divine eyelashes a human could possibly possess. I love this photo because his big brother truly overshadows everything he tries to do, yet he shines through in the way that so many middle children do. He is uniquely sweet.
And, oh, those eyelashes!
I’ll probably post another little ode to my Lowell here tomorrow, on his actual birthday.
