capture the son 40/52

capture the son 40/52

A portrait of my child, once a week, every week, in 2013. We go up the hill. We run down the hill. We go up the hill. We run down the hill. We keep running down the hill. We turn a corner, laugh out loud and head for mamma. Bliss.

capture the son 39/52

capture the son 39/52

A portrait of my child, once a week, every week, in 2013. Bless him and his little neck and his little ears and his chunks of hair fuzz. And bless him for just wanting to sit on me all the time. Who would’ve thought I’d feel this way.

capture the son 37/52

capture the son 37/52

A portrait of my child, once a week, every week, in 2013. First ice cream to himself. Despite only having 2 licks he was unwilling to give it back until it had completely melted all over his clothes.