A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2013
Charlie: My boy you have grown! Now 7 years old, and learning the guitar. I want to hold on to these years and not let them go.
Rufus: Any chance to make someone laugh he will be there. My funny face.
It feels like Charlie has grown overnight. His young years are slipping from my fingers and I desperately want to cling hold to them. But at the back of my mind there is a voice saying 'cut the apron strings a little mama, let him fly'. But it is so hard.
This week Rufus told me he wanted to sit next to Amelie at school lunch time, 'But, she is NOT my girlfriend!'. (He has never mentioned her before, it's like he's just noticed this pretty little girl).
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