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Well, I'm proving to be terrible at keeping up with this 52 weeks project, but I suppose a post at all is better than none. So here are a few photos of O that have been floating around on my computer that I want to remember. And also a poem.

a portrait of my son | once a week in 2014

Owen - Like I said, I've been bad about keeping up with taking a photo of you every week. Help me out with that. I want to remember this little poem because it so very perfectly captures my favorite moments with you. 

One Good Thing
by Edwin Romond

It's been a dead parade
of hours since 5 AM
a march of the bland
with the meaningless and
I can think of nothing
I have done to merit
mentioning or
remembering.

But now, at 8 pm,
I am bathing my son
in a tub filled with bubbles
and blue battleships,
the soapy water over
his Irish white skin
makes him glisten
like a glazed doughnut

and I should tell him
to stop splashing
but this is the first time
all day I have felt like living
so how can I scold
my boy who's found joy
in something ordinary
as water? And when

I wash his hair
with Buzz Lightyear
shampoo, Liam
closes his eyes and
smiles like a puppy
being petted as I massage
the sweet lotion into
his red curls and I know

this is one good thing
I have done with my life
this day that has waited
for this moment
of water on my sleeve
and soap on my nose
to turn emptiness
into ecstasy.

Horace & Mae Photography

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