It’s around 9:30 PM when we gather to blow out the candles. For some of us, DQ cake is supper.
Some of us don’t seem to mind.
Friday evening. Tuna melt supper for him, leftovers for me. He’s played soccer in the living alone for too long. He’s bored. It’s only the two of us, alone in the house. And so, of course, we sit at the dining-room table and colour together. We make it into a game. It’s the kind of “fun” activity I cajole my children into doing, when we “play” together. We haven’t done this for a few years. I sign my name to my picture, age 39. He signs his name to his picture, age 6.
beautiful piece. and may I add your photographs become ever more increasingly beautiful, as do your offspring. love the dandelion festival! she’s grown so tall. And Albus is the perfect rendition of you and Kevin – both of you combined in his face. Wow. You’re the mom of a TEEN NOW! whoa. how the years fly, C. xo