in the low light of daybreak, they slept on,
safe in his deep tenor voice, a heavy blanket woven
from scratchy bearded kisses and deep arm swings up into the air,
a beloved knowledge that he would catch them before they fell.
and in the soft quiet, morning, they slept on.
leaving behind dark days and unloved dreams
sleeping while their father took watch through the deepest of night,
reading until dawn, pouring out words, and outlined songs of sweet humming comfort.
holding them in the safety of his hands,
and joining in their dreams of revelry and running.
for fathers know of these things remembered and wanted,
all things wild and unfettered,
for they once were little boys too.
A photo of their father reading them to sleep, asleep himself.
Photos of the boys, the last morning of school before summer holiday.
happy father's day to my number one. xxoo
blog love this week: Sweet Belinda's beautiful photos of her children visiting their great-grandmother; sweet little gnomes over at to gather and love; Christie's sweet photos of her son; again, such preciousness when old mets new at Little Sleep; these two sweet images at bluebirds of happiness; sweet pea slyvie's capture of her little man pushing at the most glorious red door; these sweet captures at Jane Mabel; and these two sweet b+w captures at hello sisilia.
how are you this week? what lovely captures have you found in this 52 project? Joining in with Jodi and many others in the 52 portrait series. xxoo