I lied

I just couldn’t do it…. I tried to keep my promise and not post any more of Daniel with his guitar… but he is so damn cute I couldn’t help it.

There’s something about his torn jeans, unkept long hair (he has since had it cut to a respectable length again) and urban t-shirt. This is so Daniel, and the bare feet is something I don’t even notice except that I have been studying these shots so much lately that I have come to realise this is classically my boys. Not that I am not a good Mum or anything, (am I?) who would dare say so? But I this is how it is. I am just keeping it real. His shirt is not starched, most probably not even ironed by looking at this, but he has no care. It’s clean, it fits, so he’ll wear it. Actually his shirts don’t even need to have those last two qualities to be suitable.

He wouldn’t care if his hair was cut… or combed. I could remove the comb from the bathroom and he wouldn’t complain. One less dumb job to do in the morning. I love my boys, their roughness combined with their sweetness. Even if they can’t play guitar to save their lives. They are gorgeous.