I met Rachel at summer camp when we were fourteen.
She is a poet. Last July, she joined me in doing a 365 Project. Her project is a year of poems. (You can read them right here.)
Over the weekend, our paths crossed. We caught up on our lives a little and shared what creating a little something every day is like for us. The themes were pressure, healing and acceptance of mediocrity.
Inspired by the Happy Family Movement, I’m making a portrait of each child every week.
This is week three.
I know baby Sandy steals the show in this one. And, I love it of Atticus because it shows his adoration of babies. (This one in particular.)
Two weeks ago she was pouring over an American Girl catalog that arrived in our mailbox. Now, her savings account is empty and is in love with her doll.
This week I got her picture on Monday.
Augusta saw this picture before she went to bed. She said, “That’s me! I was so tiny! So cute!” I said, “Yes. It was yesterday. You were so tiny and cute then.”
(She still is.)
She talks about many things being “so cuuuute!”
“These rocks are so cuuuute!”
“My oatmeal is so cuuuute!”
“Mama! My poop is so cuuuute!”