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A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week, in 2014.

Little friends and toy trains in the dappled afternoon light.

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A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week, in 2014.

Tiny toes sinking into sand at the beach.

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A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week, in 2014.

Sweet little fawn in the back seat.

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A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week*, in 2014.

Spots, stripes, green. Even the weeds look beautiful in their emerald vibrancy. We can't help but be happy.

*Except for last week - M and I were both dreadfully sick for an unusually long time, and we were having a miserable time of it. Suffice to say, both the inclination to post and any photos fit for posting were very much absent.

But this week, while still not fully recovered, we are feeling significantly better. We have managed to leave the house for some of the first times in weeks, and boy does it feel good. Recent rain has caused everything to bloom; the air is slightly cooler and there seems to be new life in our surroundings, and indeed in ourselves.