Last week was a treatment week. A blur of driving, early morning appointments and late nights of worry. This week we returned to Connecticut, safe and sound, just in time for Lucy's first birthday.
It's amazing how quickly things return to "normal." One day, I'm in Philadelphia where Lucy is receiving chemotherapy and a few days later, I'm home, returning emails, making my spring schedule and trying to catch up on last year's blog posts. I have never more thankful for my amazing job than during the past 10 months. When Lucy got diagnosed with retinoblastoma at 8 weeks old, the outpouring of love from my clients was overwhelming. It's hard to share the messy stuff, knowing that your clients and potential clients will see it, but the response I have gotten proves that my decision to share is the right one. Thank you all, for caring so much not only about my photography, but about us as well. My job, and you all, have made this difficult journey easier.
Day 35: There's just something about baby socks. And one, tiny, little, baby sock stuck perfectly to the washer wall? A lost sock has never been so cute.
Day 36: "Above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don't believe in magic will never find it" Rhoald Dahl
We spent the morning chasing rainbows, and it was magical.
Day 37: Two of the most common sights in our life right now.
Day 38: Happy first birthday Lucy Jeanne! You are a star!
Day 39: Just being silly in our favorite rocking chair. Clap, clap, clap!
Day 40: Lucy LOVES her carrots and so does our dog. Andy hopefully waits by her high chair for scraps three time a day without fail.
Day 41: Baby girl has daily conversations with her angel painting (previously shared in a 365 post) and it breaks my heart into a million complex emotional pieces every time she does. Mainly, pieces of joy. Millions of tiny, ever so slightly jagged, throat clogging, pieces of joy.
See you next week!