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"A portrait of my son, once a week, every week, in 2015."

With all that has been going on I've lost sight of Samuel's needs and wants sometimes. It's become very clear lately how sensitive this wonderful little person of ours is to the change that comes along with packing up our appartment. We've been trying to slow down for his sake and take him outside (of the house but also out of the situation) as often as possible. This has been his home. The only home he knows. We should respect that and stick to as much routine behaviour as we can.

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"A portrait of my son, once a week, every week, in 2015."

Many changes ahead! So we are standing still for a moment to smell the flowers and chase cats throught the gardens. Daisy chains are obligatory.

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"A portrait of my son, once a week, every week, in 2015."

Over the short (twelve) months of his life Samuel has lost much of his softness. With every new movement, accomplishment and step of independency his body loses its chubbiness and his mind is in constant explore-mode. When he goes to sleep though, everything becomes tender, light and oh-so-soft. Exhale, sigh, still my baby.

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"A portrait of my son, once a week, every week, in 2015."

When Samuel was born last year, lilacs were in full bloom. Their tender smell and luscious hue accompanied us throughout Samuel's first days on this planet. This year spring seems to be delayed by about a week, nevertheless, Samuel Bruno will always be my lilac baby.