I am three photos away from finishing this small, enormous, 52 weeks project. I don't really believe it. But of course I do. The same way I can/can't believe this was your face almost one year ago. My photography is still mediocre. I still rarely manage to capture your elusive smiles. But even if I finished nothing else this past year (hello, empty baby book), I am glad to say I was able to do this much. To have a record of this year of your life. To remember. The cowlick behind your right ear. The way it feels when you hold my hand.