Week Nineteen/Fifty-Two
"A portrait of my child(ren) once a week, every week, in 2014"
The week he turned one. I'm sure several years down the road I'll write about how it felt when my last baby turned one. But for now...for now I just want to remember this. I don't want to think about all of the "lasts" (i.e. milestones) we've achieved in the past year. I don't want to think about him growing into a more independent toddler. Because what I want to do, when it rains and the baby loves the outdoors, is this.
Happy Birthday to my sweet, funny, loving, adorable, chubby, curious, heart-melting, little man. What a year it has been.
(Well, not this week I'm not. Cause I missed the deadline AGAIN. Who frickin' knew?)
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