A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week, in 2015.
Little Miss : I found you hiding under a tree during our early morning walk. “It smells so good mom, it smells like Christmas.” It’s been a little hard to get into the spirit this year. There is something very strange and unfamiliar to 8’C (46’F) days in the middle of December. But you are making the most of it. Little things make it fun like still being able to go play at the park without any gloves on, but I know you dream of snow. I’ll keep praying for a white Christmas for you. I know it would just be the best gift you could ever receive. But in the meantime, thank you for running with the days we are given and just loving the season regardless. ❤
A portrait of my son, once a week, every week, in 2015.
Little Man : This week was a quiet one for you. You have slowly been adapting to longer stretches of time indoors and although sometimes, you just can’t stand it, most of the time, you muddle through without any fretting. You are so happy with the simplest things. I think it is why you love the outdoors so much. But heavy rain and close to freezing weather mean indoors now, puddle jumping is over for a little while. You and me, we’ll find our own new adventures, you’ll see. ❤
Joining Jodi for the 52 Project