Portraits of my daughter, each week, every week, in 2014.
She loves watching dogs and eating apples. She sleeps between Ryan and me, and so wakes each morning with the people she loves most on either side. She naps at 9:00 (in my arms) at 12:00 (at my favorite coffee shop) and at 3:00 (on our afternoon walk). Unconventional, but it works.
We’re nine months into parenthood and thirteen weeks into 2014. I learn more each day to let go of control and embrace the beauty of living in the moment. My daughter is growing up before our eyes, and it’s happening quickly, just like they all said. This past week has been tiring. She’s teething and wants me to hold her all the time. But it’s also been joyful. She laughs so hard when Margot fetches her green ball or when her papa and I dance in our living room. And life is like that, isn’t it? Bittersweet. There’s good and bad, and it’s all tangled up in the mundane. The trick is learning to stop and celebrate the divine moments we’re given. Once you start paying attention, you realize there are far more than you’d ever thought.
