There’s a point in every wedding that just yanks on my heart – the mother-son dance. I know it’ll be about 20 years before I get the privilege of dancing with you on that special day but I envision it every time I photograph a young man dancing with the first woman who held his heart, his mother. I apologize now for the huge blubbering mess I will be on that day, at that very moment. You told me a couple weeks ago that you will always be my baby boy. You’re the first to run to me and keep me company when I don’t feel well. You constantly come to me to simply tell me you love me. You’re always there to protect me when you think I need protection. You love to help me whenever possible. I can tell you are going to be a great man – a man that I will be proud to say that I helped raise. When we dance, those tears will be tears of joy, pride, and happiness and although I will be sending you off to start a new life with the woman of your dreams I know, like you always tell me, that you will always be my baby boy.
*and a little shot of Finn and me taken by Layla
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