Young love . . .
It’s so sweet and innocent. Just seeing them sneak peeks at each other brings back memories of Junior High School.
Do you remember your fist kiss?
The problem is, that as I am taking the pictures, my brain panics.
This is my little girl, my baby!
Then the scene in front of me changes to this.
Omggggg! Stop looking at my baby like that!
And, in my mind’s eye I stop seeing this sweet boy next door look.
And instead, he takes on that bad boy look, as if he has put on a black leather jacket and just pulled up in the driveway on a Harley.
Lord, I really need to buy a shotgun. 🙂