20140512-205337.jpgA portrait of my daughter every day in 2014

She was intrigued and confused by the rain. Every time it thundered she pointed to the sky, and then to her heart. I think she thought it sounded like her heart. I let her listen to her heart with the stethoscope often.

I forgot how much I hate the summer. Tonight when I put her to bed, it was 77 degrees in our house. She was covered with sweat. Dripping. By the time I left the room there was a puddle a foot in either direction around her head. Oh summer and your warmer temperatures, I do loathe you so.

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