"A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2015."
Anya: growing, not only in height but in other ways too. I recently noticed that she won't hold my hand anymore when people are around (thankfully her brothers still do, phew) and I can't remember the last time I saw her play with once beloved dolls. Maybe it's just a phase, maybe it isn't. Bittersweet comes to mind, regularly.