Tiffany's POV.
I stretched out my arm, the camera feeling almost weightless in my grasp as I find Liam in the viewfinder. His eyes are as deep and blue as the ocean, his hair glints like golden strands under the sun. He's just too cute.
"Smile to the camera, honey," I coax.
"Alright, Mommy." he says with a big smile, there's a spark of joy in his eyes.
I take the picture, capturing his happy face with all the colorful flowers and the old windmills in the background.
I take a few more shots, my smile bright as I scanned through them. "Perfect," I muttered with a grin.
"Come here, sweetheart. Let's take a photo together," I say, waving him over. He runs over, giggling, and stands next to me. I extend my arm, phone in hand, trying to capture our smiles perfectly.
Liam gave the brightes
