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24 // 52 // Lillia & Zane

“A portrait of my children once a week, every week, in 2015.”

Lillia: This week you graduated from fifth grade! I can’t believe that next year you will be a “real” middle-schooler. This is a self-portrait that you created, and since I was not able to get a proper photo of you this week, I think this will make a goood stand-in. You have a busy summer ahead of you, with vacations, camps, and hopefully lots of swimming and reading.

Zane: This week you graduated from your first year of preschool! You have another year of preschool before you start kindergarten, so I am not feeling too sad about it all. Next year will be much harder. Still, I can’t believe my “baby” will be four years-old in August. Hopefully this summer will be a fun one for you!

our week // vol 8

The turning of the globe is not so real to us
As the seasons turning and the days that rise out of early gray
—The world is all cut-outs then—and slip or step steadily down
The slopes of our lives where the emotions and needs sprout.


— from “Hymn to Life” by James Schuyler

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23 // 52 // Lillia
23 // 52 // Zane

“A portrait of my children once a week, every week, in 2015.”

Lillia: Well, it’s that time of year again — days and days of rehearsals for your big dance performance, followed by a weekend of pretty much living at the theatre. But, you know what? After watching you do this for the past four years, I can tell that this year you are really, really enjoying it (even the long days). I remember the first year that you participated in the performance — you were in first grade — you barely made it through the weekend! There were a lot of tears, and I’m pretty sure you never wanted to have anything to do with dancing again. This year I pretty much just dropped you off at the door and you spent the weekend socializing with all of the friends you’ve made at the studio. I would never let you see it, but I always get a little teary-eyed when I see you performing. Every year you seem so much older and so much more self-possessed. And, you are a beautiful dancer.

Zane: This week you haven’t been quite yourself. You don’t seem to have a full-blown illness, but you are definitely a little slower than usual (which just means I have a few more seconds to catch my breath). We have done a lot of work in the garden this week, and we finally planted the pumpkin seeds that your grandfather gave us for Christmas. I’m hoping that they will sprout soon, though the weather has been all over the place so it may take a few more days. You are very proud of your radishes, though they never made it to their full size because you just had to pick them once you could see that bright pink peeking through the soil. You have been giving radishes to everyone who passes by — you even gave one to the mailman and he ate it right then and there, which made you so happy. I’m glad to have a little buddy to share with me the joys (and sometimes sorrows) of gardening.

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22 // 15 // Lillia
22 // 15 // Zane

“A portrait of my children once a week, every week, in 2015.”

Lillia: This week your class participated in a graduation ceremony for your completion of the D.A.R.E. program (Drug and Alcohol Resistance Education). Out of all of the students in your grade, you and one other child were selected to read your final essays in front of all of your classmates and their parents at the graduation ceremony! You wrote a fantastic essay, and many people came up to me after the ceremony and told me what an amazing writer you are. You received a little gold pin, too, which you are holding in this picture. Your dad and I are so proud of everything you’ve accomplished this year.

Zane: This week you attended a birthday for your Uncle Caleb at his house. You were so excited because Uncle Caleb & Aunt Becca’s nephew Tanner was there. He is a little baby that is only six months old. You could not get enough of him! You counted all of his toes (correctly, I might add), and you even got to hold him on your lap, with my help. You were a little dismayed when he spit up on your leg, but that incident didn’t seem to diminish even slightly your opinion of Tanner, or babies in general. Later in the day you looked at your pants and exclaimed, “Hey, the baby barf is all gone!” I hope that someday you are blessed with lots and lots of little babies of your own (hint, hint) because I think you are going to be an incredibly nurturing, loving dad.

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21 // 52 // Lillia
21 // 52 // Zane

“A portrait of my children once a week, every week, in 2015.”

Lillia: This week was a particular good one for you. After all of your hard work campaigning for a spot on the Student Council at school next year, you were rewarded with a win! Next year you will be the school’s one and only Member at Large. When you came home from school after learning the results of the election, you had a huge grin on your face — ear to ear — and you were jumping up and down with excitement. You felt a little sorry for the child that you were running against, but you said that she gave you a hug and gave you a slip of paper that said “Congratulations!” on it. That little girl (your competitor) should certainly receive accolades for her graciousness and sportsmanship, and I hope that she finds success in another endeavor, as she clearly deserves it. This week you also found out that you scored very, very well on the reading portion of your school’s end of year testing. I’m so thankful for these gifts that you possess, and I hope they will always serve you well as your go through the years of your life.

Zane: This week was turtle week! Because we live so close to the Mill Pond, every spring we have lots of turtles that climb up the bank to lay eggs in our neighborhood. I can’t imagine why they would choose such a place, except that it must be safer than down by the pond. One morning there was a giant snapping turtle mama walking slowly up and down the road and on our lawn (and even up our front steps!). You said, “I have a good name for that snapping turtle: Zane! Because he has a great day just like me!” That was very cute and it made me smile. Unfortunately, the big snapping turtle seemed to be having a hard time deciding where to lay her eggs, and I was worried that she might get hit by a car if she stayed in the road too long. So, I said, “Turtle, just pick a spot!” to which you replied, “You have to call him Zane! Zane, pick a spot!” Oh my goodness, Zane (the boy, not the turtle) — you do keep me in stitches!