A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2015.
He loved his first time sledding. Big hills with Mama or Daddy and the tiny hill by himself. Over and over and over again. He was convinced he couldn't walk in the snowsuit and sat calmly wherever we placed him. It reminded us of A Christmas Story ("He just laid there like a slug. It was his only defense.")
He threw caution to the wind and flew down the biggest hills he could find, face first and yelling with delight.
She is more cautious, but loves sledding all the same. She squeals and giggles all the way down the hill, every time.