It was our baby boys first photo shoot and Ashton insisted on dressing him. I knew what that meant. Our little baby boy was dressed in the baby equivalent of skinny jeans and a black baby shirt. He was wearing tiny converse for which I had no clue where Ashton had found them. He had a tiny read bandanna on and he was just the cutest thing I have ever seen.
The photographer snapped picture after picture of Him before he decided it was time to do family portraits.
I sat next to my beaming husband with our little boy held in my arms. Ashton put his arm around my waist and he grinned down at him. His eyes sparkled with pride and joy. I knew how he felt. Tears filled my eyes at looking at my guys. They were my world. Ashton kissed my on my cheek.
"Here let me take him." He said taking him from me.
I wiped my eyes gingerly and smiled apologetically at the photographer. He smiled. I guess he got a lot of crying mothers. When I gave him the okay he started to take photos Again and even had us try a couple positions. I knew the pictures would come out amazing. I couldn't wait to see him. I couldn't wait to show them to him when he got older.
"I'm the luckiest man in the world." Ashton beamed at me.
"I'm the luckiest woman." I said.
Ashton giggled grinning at me. I really was the luckiest woman in the world.
