A portrait of my son, once a week, every week, in 2015.
Little Man : Oh! How blessed were we on Thanksgiving Day? With record temperatures of 21’C (70’F), we headed to the pumpkin patch with friends and then to the beach for what would most likely be our last t-shirt and sandals day of 2015. It had been so cold the previous days, you must have felt so free without all those layers. You splashed in puddles, played in mud, ran along the banks at low tide and just soaked it all up. You were so quiet and mindful, like you were recording every last moment. You have such a beautiful soul my love, it always shines through. ❤
A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week, in 2015.
Little Miss : When we left the house last Saturday, you were so excited. Small flurries were falling from the sky and it smelled like winter. There was no accumulation, but it was our first snow and you were thrilled. So how excited were we all when we hit the midway point between Quebec City and Montreal and there was 2 inches of snow on the ground. We made daddy stop and jumped out you and I and had our first snowball fight. The snow felt cool and crisp in our hands, the air smelling sweet and new. I love how you embrace every season now. You see beauty in it all and although you haven’t been too excited about putting on layers, I know you are looking forward to those colder months. I’m hoping to take you ice skating for the first time this year, maybe even snow shoeing. Oh what fun we will have! ❤
Joining Jodi for the 52 Project