Fourteen: 52

 

 

the 52 project.
Portraits of my main squeezes, every Sunday.

O, this week you…

…hit the big time. Eight years old. You told me you didn’t feel any different, but it seems like a pretty huge marker to me. Like, you are my child, but you are not a child, you are a kid. Fully. Officially. With your big kid bicycle and your big kid attitude, your shrugging off my kisses at the bus stop. You get out the instructions and put your own new toys together. Just, please, let me be the one to clip your fingernails for a little while longer.

…bonded with new friends. Such a sweet thing to witness.

…read a whole chapter out loud to me when I only asked for a couple pages, but you still shake your head when people ask you if you can read. You can! Own that, baby!

…received a gift you will never forget.

 

C, this week you…

…rallied from the stomach flu enough to squeeze in a couple days work at the end of the week, a greenhouse tidying and a bonfire for the birthday boy. As always, you are superman.

…snuggled the cat, obviously.

 

 

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