A portrait of my daughter every day in 2014

She still takes a nuk in the car.

A portrait of my daughter every day in 2014

She got her last Synagis shot today. Ever. I felt like throwing her a party. No more trips to the doctor every four weeks for two jabs and lots of tears. If only I could have explained that to her. Her fear of all medical personnel seems to be intensifying.

A portrait of my daughter every day in 2014

The cat likes sitting under her high chair. Apparently she does too.

A portrait of my daughter every day in 2014

I call this her cheese-butt smile. It’s what I imagine she will do when she grasps the concept of “cheese” for photos.

A portrait of my daughter every day in 2014

A portrait of my daughter every day in 2014

Our lives are made up of a collection of moments. Some times I find myself wondering if I will look back and remember them all, or even any of the little moments that make her who she is. The way she tries with such determination to put her boots on herself, the way she dances, her sweet little voice. Which moments will be the ones that stick with me 20, 30, 40 years from now. What will my brain decide is ok to forget? Maybe that’s part of why I photograph her so obsessively. To remember. To keep her as she is now, for the day when my brain can no longer recall. Our fleeting memories, one of the blessings and curses of being human.

A portrait of my daughter every day in 2014

I love this cautious, curious, amazing little human being.

A portrait of my daughter every day in 2014

A portrait of my daughter every day in 2014

I can’t get enough of this kid when she first wakes up.

A portrait of my daughter every day in 2014

She slaughtered some berries for breakfast.