One of the coolest things about Bronson getting older is watching him have some of his own best moments. At the ripe old age of three he might've peaked though. While we were in Utah last month he got to meet the BYU football team, eat dinner with them, and get his (gifted) helmet and (freepiled) football signed. Best day.
The fastest way to my heart is being nice to my little boy. Seeing all of those great big football players bend down and take the time to talk football with my squeaky voiced Bronze was too much. I wanted to cry (so pregnant).
Even when (or if) Bronson grows out of his sports obsession phase, I'm thinking the day he met the "bigger bigger football guys" will stick in his mind as an exciting childhood moment. I hope so anyways. (And yeah, that's mascara on his cheeks. Toootally normal way to apply it.)