“a portrait of my children once a week in 2014″
// week 11 //
Last week, you all visited Nina and Papa for Spring Break while Dad and I moved our family from one home to another. They took you bike riding and roller-skating (although Liam you preferred roller-blading) and invited your cousins over for sleepovers, too. You stayed up late and slept in and watched movies, and while the girls took a trip with Nina and Aunt Bethany to the American Girl store to celebrate your cousin’s birthday, Papa taught the boys how to shoot a rifle (double gulp). Although I don’t have any portraits of you all from that week, I know you each hold more images than I could capture in your own heart.
// week 12 //
liam // “Mom, this guy replaced his missing thumb and finger with his big toe!” Your mind is ripe with all varieties of information.
burke // Several times this week I’ve looked for you, finding you sitting on this old, rickety bench in our backyard. Thinking.
blythe // Your Aunt Diana and Uncle Scott generously sent you an American Girl doll last month, something you’ve always wanted. “Her name is Isabelle and she dances just like me!” You squealed. Last week, Nina let you pierce Isabelle’s ears. I laughed at the ridiculousness, but it meant the world to you. I’m so grateful for all of the generous people in our life.
olive // Although you love shoes, you detest wearing them. Dirty feet mark your free-spirited childhood.