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

Stella: Swam with whale sharks in the morning, and in a cool mountain stream in the afternoon. Also got into a car accident that day, but that's an other story entirely.

Hugo: Did not swim with whale sharks, or in a cool mountain stream. And was exceptionally pissed about that. He did, however wake at 4 am, and refuse to take a proper nap. So that might have somehow contributed to his general mindset. 

A flash-back to the Philippines. When I think of that trip, the exhaustion and overwhelm, tantrums and missed naps are what come to mind first. Because I'm a mother. And I'm always thinking of missed naps and tantrums. But if I dig a little further into that memory bank, there's swimming with whale sharks (more on that later), floating in a turquoise sea, watching parrot fish flash and dance, stealing bites of ice cream from my kids, watching the golden four o'clock sun sparkle off the water. It was really something, that trip. I mean, how did I get this lucky?