

Then there are the moments with my children, those fleeting spots of time when I see that I’ve caught that Pebbles ponytail Ree, one of the visiting nieces, insists my youngest must have. I’ll look back and see my four-year-old’s head tossed back like that, and I’ll hear the song she and her eight-year-old cousin Junie were singing for us. It was a backyard concert, and I’m sorry we couldn’t invite you (you might say it was just thrown together after dinner), because it was grand.
And then…then there are the pictures with smiles and streams and cameras held while the other-one-who’s-always-behind-the-camera pauses to be a part of the memory captured.
And when did Ree and Mabel and June and Rebecca get so big? When? Ah, well, they’re captured now, in a picture that will speak 1000 words to me every time I see it.
Soon enough, there will be a new baby. And another, probably. And another. But I’m glad to have this little corner to remember the first babies. I’m grateful for the technology to allow me to combine my blooms with my blooms. 🙂
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