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"a portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2015"

Stella: When her face is quiet in sleep, I see less and less of the baby she was and more and more of the girl she'll be.

Hugo: Is spouting a tooth, curls by his ears, and will, in one week, officially be one.

First up, I FORGOT TO DO LAST WEEK'S PORTRAITS IN BLACK AND WHITE. What the hell, self? I think I'll have to re-process those from last week and post them again.

Second, I'm kind of an emotional mess. Hugo will be one in seven days. I'm feeling tearful and awfully nostalgic for those early days we spent together: crisp white sheets, warm window light; sleep smiles; quiet nights, endless and still, together, just the two of us.

Third, Hugo had croup this week. He's finally rounding a corner now, but those rough nights nursing a sick baby are not contributing to emotional stability, let me tell you. 

 Linking up with Jodi