A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week, in 2015.
Little Miss : Early dinners, bundling up for long evening walks in the setting sun, our rhythm is settling in fast as the cold and longer nights are approaching. We have been making it a point to get out every evening we can and you have loved it. I often find you quiet, contemplative, staring at the sky, at one with all that touches you. I don’t think you can put into words exactly what nature means to you yet, but your soul knows it is the place you feel the most at home. No matter what is thrown at you (or us), all we need is an hour outside and you find your center again. ❤
A portrait of my son, once a week, every week, in 2015.
Little Man : We are finally there. You have embraced the “reality” of the weather and have stopped fighting us to put on layers. Although you still get frustrated by the restrictive nature of all that plush padding, you are still as active and agile as ever. And here mom thought that maybe (just maybe), the layers would slow you down a bit and I could catch up. But no… You are just as much my go-go getter and mom will just have to take up jogging to keep up. ❤
Joining Jodi for the 52 Project