Mason, aka Momma’s boy. I love that he is. The other two are not. He is my median. He is my smiling greeter. He is happy. He is a bottom lip quiverer. He is a rolly-polley. He is comfort. He is consistent. He rather be awake then asleep. He rather be held, then be any place else. He does not like strangers. You might say he is a scaredy-cat. He would much rather be with “his people”. But if you are blessed to be one of “his people”, he will show his love for you in every expression.
This is my Mason. Strong, true, shy, tender, and pure comfort.
photos by Jim Myers
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