{Six}

My boy turned six years old this month.
How is that possible, anyway?

We went out one evening to take his Birthday pictures after we stopped to pick up balloons.

Six balloons. In six different colors.

We headed west and the sun started going down fast, too fast. I knew we were not going to make it to where I originally wanted to take his pictures before the sun went down, 

so we pulled over on a country road.
Perfect. And empty.

Happy Birthday to my sweet little Wyatt James.