09/10/2026
He's twelve now. And I know these days are numbered. πΎ
The farm fields stretched for miles. The mountains stood quiet in the distance. And the sun? It did that thing where it turns everything gold β like the whole evening was planned just for us.
He laughed at something I said. I pulled him in for a hug he pretended to resist. We walked through the tall grass, side by side, and for a moment I forgot I was even holding a camera.
This is the age where they still hold your hand β but only sometimes. Still laugh with you β but not in front of their friends. Still need you β but are learning not to show it.
I just want to remember him like this.
So I did what I do. I held the moment still.
Every laugh. Every hug. Every quiet moment in that golden field. Because one day, he'll be grown. And I'll have these.
π Calgary NW Iconic Farmland