Ryan and I have a little tradition...It started a few months ago, when he was going through an attachment phase. It was soon after Mark and I got back from Cleveland, and transitioning back into our normal routine was hard for him.
Each morning, as we snuggled in the rocking chair at school for the last few minutes of our time together, I pull out my phone, and we take a picture.
They usually aren't the highest quality... or the most flattering... most have cheesy smile, stuck out tongues or crazy eyes... but, they are some of my most precious photographs.














