Three years old, that is.
My Mum, who now has eight grandchildren, has a lovely rule that she must have a three year old photo of each of them.
Before three, they're toddlers, after that, they are really turning into little people (and can go through a cheesy photo stage.) So three it is. And it's a lovely, lovely age, right?
We have never had professional photos taken of our family, something I'd love to change but we've never found a photographer at the right time or in the right state (would love love love this amazing person to take a set of family shots for us - sadly I discovered her after we'd left Brisbane!)
Anyway, I was thinking of Mum's 'three' photo when flicking through these ones of Tilly at Pyrmont Park this week (thanks to reader Renee for the park tip! What a great park!)Tilly is right at delightful three-and-a-half... still little but not big.
You know what I mean.
Soloist.
Girl in nature.
Treasure. (The stick.)
Treasure. (The Tilly.)
Here's to treasuring precious days with smallies or whatever it is you're doing today.
xxx
