37/52. twenty seventeen

“a portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week, in 2017”

 

Lily

when i first told her that we had to move, she cried

it broke my heart

but once she saw how close we are to our old neighborhood, and that it wasn’t a “big” move, she felt better

one week into our move and living in our new home, she has settled in well and is quite happy

here she is in our new garden right after she lost her sixth tooth

happy monday friends