Today I miss my beautiful parents strolling through Paris, the city of love, at 6am.
Just look at them being so elegant and so fashionable.
Take a look at him, dressed in this messy a bit unbottoned shirt, beige jacket, jeans and his favorite brown cowboy shoes, simple, but perfectly complementing the image of a young, successful man, and even from a feathery glance it may seem that he is a windy simpleton, casually crawling out onto the street in the morning, in that casual, non-official moment. It also comes with a scarf, hanging carelessly around the neck.
He looks a little tired, but also quite relaxed, confidently hugging the love of his life, looking in these glasses, perfectly messy pitch black hair, and barely showing stubble like a true gentelman or a newly made hubby.
Now look at her in this gray, striped belted coat. Her pretty simple look is complimented by these silver boots shining in the daylight. Speaking of her hairstyle, her hair is slightly loose, in the form of light curls, she is practically without make up, on her face there is a slight chill and a note of shyness, as well as sleepiness but with an anticipation of the following past time.
She stands very gracefully, with one arm in the pocket and the other around him, feeling very comfortable enough being hugged by the arm of her beloved and posing in front of their co-star in the middle of the street, knowing they can be watched by lots of fans around them.
Both of them are clearly combined in colors, the state of slight drowsiness and excitement in the new place, so special one, especially for them, and being so stable and confident with each other.
How good they look together.
The only thing which is missed from this are at least two children by their side.
And Milo, or other little pretty dog.
This picture should definitely be framed and always remind them of these amazing times, spent together.
Hold me crying in the corner while I am looking at this.