We had grand plans of a great portrait session with you this holiday weekend. But, your little fever had bigger plans. It has been three days and your fever finally broke last night. It has been no less than miserable for you. The first glimpse of your illness was actually Thanksgiving Day. The minute all of our guests walked out the door you started to cry and you were burning up. It has been a long weekend. We have had our share of chicken noodle soup, flat sprite and saltines, huh? I think we have seen every episode of “Charlie and Lola”. And I love hearing those two banter back and forth with their English accents and pen and ink little bodies colored in while snuggling up to my dear, sweet sick one. You were well enough to sit upright for these little gems at our kitchen table. You wanted to draw a house with a rainbow. It was about all you had energy for and you were very methodical and careful about how you held those mini markers. And we even got a spark of your personality in a couple of them. Just enough to let mom know you were going to be okay. I love these little snippets of time where it is just of the two of us. I get to watch you sleep like I did when you were a babe. Your little spirited self is you with a little less spark. I promise next time we will get a prettier, healthier version of you with some wonderful portraits to follow. For today, we will go with your snarly hair, weak smile from an entire weekend of fevers, sleeping, reading, numerous tic-tac-toe games and movie watching.
Please direct your attention to the fabulous Jess Sandager of Olive Avenue Photography | Minneapolis, Minnesota to read her Letters To Her Daughter.