There are few things that tug on my heartstrings than watching my boys with their father. Every Easter I try to get the same shot, capturing my two sons walking alongside their father.
My boys love their father maybe as much as I do. They look up to him. They look to him for answers, for comfort, for correction, for play. He gives them those things usually with patience I sometimes lack.
I watch their relationships grow. I treasure it. I couldn't think of any other earthly man I would want them to follow, to walk alongside, to be guided by.
This collection of images over the past few years are written on my heart. They are precious to me. Father and sons. Fulfillment of prayers I have prayed since I was a little girl. I am so thankful.