A comet did come, a King did fall, The Goat Child is born.
Ah, childhood...you are but a wispy emblem in reality...
I've been taking photographs of my son both to celebrate him and to remember the fleeting moments that parenting offers.
We have no memory of our birth. So when we're little we want to know all about it.
'He was weird and wonderful,' they say. 'Well, he was mostly wonderful, you know?'
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