"a portrait of my son, once a week, every week, in 2014."
i couldn't be more in love with the 52 weeks project which simply asks to capture your child exactly as they are. at eight months, augustus is fiercely dreamy and bold and strong and ever curious. if i move into the other room for a slight moment, he is inside a box, turned around or simply on his hands and knees, talking to his friends. wherever this year takes us, i know of one thing: i could watch him grow until i become a mere fossil.
augustus: most days, right after his nap, he buries his body right into my shoulder, consuming my warmth as though he is building a fire with mine. sunday afternoons are no different, except papa sleeps with us. i can't quite explain what it feels like, wait. i don't think i'll ever be able to explain what it feels like to sleep next to them.
that's what lifetimes are for, i imagine.