seven | 365
a record of our days. a 365 project.
we see them, these sweet shadows, ever fleeting and always growing. try as we might, they will never know how much we really love them, how much they have shaped the Who of What we are. perhaps, someday, when they have their own children, they will remember our love and know, at the core of their being, that we loved them so in such deep and indescribable ways. and that this deep, cavernous love, is only an echo of what they hold for their own children. this is the small legacy we leave, our love, our life's work, our children.