"A portrait of my daughter once a week, every week, in 2014."
Pretending it's summer out, backyard hangs, the best pout, & heart-cookie making. The best things, really.
These weeks were for moving out of the home you grew the most in. For picnics in the dining room before the table was set up (which you're still asking for even now that it's up). They were for falling in love with your "huuuuuuuuuuge" room and having the same hiding spot for hide-and-go-seek every game. Weeks for celebrating love with tiny canvases and for picking every camellia you could get away with, which was most of them. They were for singing this song at the top of your lungs every. single. night. And we absolutely had to refer to you as Elsa many times this week. They were for exploring ruins in San Francisco and for mastering your hiking skills. They were for your first "rollercoaster" ride and for telling everyone, every day, that it's almost your birthday (it's over a month away, but still- we're getting there). It's your last full month as a two-year old and we're soaking that in. Two has been the absolute wildest and the absolute best. All the emotions in the world, wrapped in a three-foot tall person.
Me: You are so stinking adorable.
Charlie: MOMMMM. No, I'm not. I'm terrific.
"I love it so much when the moon's awake."
"Going to take a shower, daddy! And I'm definitely not washing my hair!"