“a portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2014”
liam // you face-planted on the concrete this weekend while skate-boarding. The next morning we had planned to have donuts and skate at the park with a few of your friends to celebrate your birthday. Instead of sitting by the wayside, you pulled on your pads and helmet and started again, bandages and all. You also successfully dropped into the bowl for the first time. I realize as your mother this is just the beginning of releasing your adventurous heart.
burke // since you were little you’ve had a patient and tender way with nature. Animals and insects seem to trust you, allowing you to easily catch them. This weekend you found and caught a dragonfly. We all gathered around you, studied its body and eyes. A few minutes later you set it on a tree trunk, where it flapped a bit and then flew away.
blythe // you love to bring your school work or books or play into my bedroom, perhaps, because of the light.
olive // You love having tasks and duties within our family, like helping make meals or holding the box with our treasures from the yard. Always, you remind us (and the world) size and importance are not always relational.