Sometimes, all you can do is take a picture, knowing that you’ll forget the feel of the sun on your shoulders, the smell of the lake and the ice cream and the hot dog stand nearby, the sound of her giggle, the delighted squeal – eye ceem eye ceem eye ceem! – and the feeling of the whole of your being expanding, your heart rising up out of your chest, your lungs bursting with cheers as you watch your baby greet spring with all of her joy. You take a picture, and you store it in your heart.
Sometimes, that’s enough.
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