Saturday, August 8, 2015


*A portrait of my child, once a week, every week, in 2015*

Out to the chicken coop you march at least twice a day to hunt for freshly-laid eggs.  It's just as exciting for you each time, and finding eggs is always like hitting the jackpot.  With your eggs cradled in your hands, you run back to the house to happily show off your treasures before putting them away in the fridge.

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