Golden hour

Honey light drips onto bare bellies and curly hair still wet from the bath. The stickiness of the day has been washed away, leaving a blank canvas for tomorrow’s messes. The boys are mischief and joy and innocence squeezed into small, syrup scented bodies. It’s a Tuesday evening and we don’t even know we are drenched in glory.

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