Aug 17, 2015

A boy, his boots, and his bunny.




You love to explore. While being held may have been your preference but a few weeks ago - you now love to be on your feet. You stick that fat little elbow of yours into me and wedge your way out of my grasp until I place you safely on the floor. (Which is usually followed by a tumble) You race around the house with your big blues wide open with excitement - gaining confidence and energy with each step. As your excitement builds, it seems you can't hold it in any longer. You squeal. Not a 'mom, can I have another puff squeal'. Nor a 'mom, these shoes are too tight squeal'. They are squeals of pure delight. Squeals that make me want to chase you, pick you up, and kiss you all over.


40 / 52 - A PHOTO OF MY CHILD ONCE A WEEK, EVERY WEEK FOR A YEAR.

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