A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2016
Manech : November 8th 2016. As I shot this little portrait of you, I thought we would have the first woman president by dawn. I could not have been more wrong. We were right outside of the polling place. While I voted, Marlowe was resting against my chest and you were holding on to my leg, intimidated by all the people standing in line.
Marlowe : As I quickly edited this little photo of you, looking all grown up, I realized that we have spent every single night sleeping together since you were born. I remembered the first days, when you were so tiny that you entire body seemed to fit in the palm of my hands. I would sleep half laid-down, half-seated with you all against my chest, I knew these were moments I had to take and cherish while they lasted. You don't fit in the palm of my hands anymore but you still sleep by my side, every single night. I know it won't last for ever but for now, I am immensely grateful for each and every night you let me share my bed with you.
Marlowe : As I quickly edited this little photo of you, looking all grown up, I realized that we have spent every single night sleeping together since you were born. I remembered the first days, when you were so tiny that you entire body seemed to fit in the palm of my hands. I would sleep half laid-down, half-seated with you all against my chest, I knew these were moments I had to take and cherish while they lasted. You don't fit in the palm of my hands anymore but you still sleep by my side, every single night. I know it won't last for ever but for now, I am immensely grateful for each and every night you let me share my bed with you.
