The beauty of big man is his kind gentle nature. He looks after his brothers and is so thoughtful. He gave us all an imaginary kiss today to take home with us as we dropped him off at school.
The beauty of middle man is his cheekiness. He is at his most beautiful when he is covered in mud and loving nature. His beauty shines through his eyes.
The beauty of baby man is his development, every day learning something new and taking everything in with a beautiful smile.
These are my beautiful boys. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and on this post I may be slightly bias!