I always tell Luke that I love his face. While I mean that in the simplest of manners, in that I love every part of him, including his face, I also mean that I love his faces. From the day he was born, he's been full of expression, from the early grumpy old man looks to his first smile when we learned that he had DIMPLES, I've been loving it from day one.
As he grows, so do his expressions, and the ever changing myriad of Luke faces make me smile.
There's the intense stare, which I rather think resembles a Buckingham Palace Guard.
There's the sleepy-faced baby boy, this face usually followed by a "night night."
There's the playful face, often accompanied with running or yelling.
There's the happy face, where you just know that he's glad you're there.
The intent face, when nothing else matters but the task at hand.
And my favorite, absolute favorite, the safe face. The one that tells me that he knows that he is loved and protected. The one that we should all be lucky to make every once in awhile.
Photos by Beth of Beth Fletcher Photography