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"A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2015."

Roan:  Nearer a sack of ten-pound potatoes now than five.  He was peaceful in the church while we visited with the relics of Saint Anthony.

Afon:  Also peaceful.  Some days it feels like he'll never grow up, but other days there are little glimpses into progress and maturity.  Those glimpses keep us hopeful.