“A portrait of my children every week in 2016.”
Lillia: It’s week one of another 52 week portrait project attempt, and you are now twelve years old! You love Dr. Who and the X-Files, feel guilty if you aren’t writing during every minute of your free time, and your favorite subject in school is Language Arts.
Zane: Right now you are four and half years old! You love building with Legos, playing imagination games, and helping mom and dad with any and all tasks — you don’t have to be asked twice to participate!
Looking forward to seeing what this year will bring.
After rain after many days without rain,
it stays cool, private and cleansed, under the trees,
and the dampness there, married now to gravity,
falls branch to branch, leaf to leaf, down to the ground
where it will disappear–but not, of course, vanish
except to our eyes. The roots of the oaks will have their share,
and the white threads of the grasses, and the cushion of moss;
a few drops, round as pearls, will enter the mole’s tunnel;
and soon so many small stones, buried for a thousand years,
will feel themselves being touched.
— from “Lingering in Happiness” by Mary Oliver