Boys of Summer

This is the third time I have taken pictures of these brothers. They usually start out pretty serious and towards the end of the session I get lots of goofy faces. It makes it really fun!!

Dear boys, never let your young hearts grow old.
Live. Love. Laugh. Embrace.

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