the white azalea

 

 My ode to Spring 2013. A little girl in her favourite chambray dress, golden hair askew. She softly hums a made-up tune, in her own little world. She picks the delicate, cool white petals, and makes a collection in her palms until they swell with her yield. She throws them high into the air, squeals with delight and repeats the process.

Simple pleasures. The girl in my heart, living up to her name-sake. 

My Grace.

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Grace: She has a bad habit - biting her nails - something I did as a young girl. Idiosyncrasies we pass onto our children
Tom: He loves our coffee dates, always scooping the chocolate off the top of MY coffee

We welcomed Spring this week. Enveloping us with sunshine and scents of jasmine whisping past our noses as we step outside, bare feet come out to play and the sounds of laughter in the back yard leaves me feeling happy.

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Tom: Winding down after school, he was begging me to join him and cloud gaze

Grace: My first-born; she smelt like vanilla and pomegranate after her shower - I could have eaten her up

I missed their little faces this week. Bless them x

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Playing along with Jodi - "A portrait of my children once a week, every week, in 2013"