Where the Wild Things Are


The boys and I snuck out of the house early on this weekend morning so that we could surprise Mr.B with an extra hour (or two) of sleep. It was overcast, a thick layer of dreary gray hanging over our heads. Sometimes I like beach days better this way, bereft of the harsh sun beating down on our heads. The crispness of the salt air that enveloped us was almost tangible. The beach remained desolate outside of a few other early birds walking their dogs. Holden insisted on wearing his Max costume from the book, Where the Wild Things Are, something warm and cozy he said, despite the fact that we were going to the beach, and I didn't mind. Watching a child's imagination come alive, from the simple act of putting on a costume, is one of my favorite things about motherhood. Holden's vivid and colorful thoughts were a stark contrast to the drab and bleak horizon that morning and I couldn't help but document it.



IMG_6771-1^^^Always, always running.

IMG_6775-1^^^Do you see that smile?

FullSizeRender (4)^^^A few iphone shots...not nearly as magical...but I couldn't help but include them.

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I'll eat you up I love you so