There are so many moments that I have captured as our kids are growing up, but for every one, there is no doubt at least another that I don’t have but wish that I did. Whether it was because I thought that I would never forget, or not wanting to spoil the moment by going and getting out my camera, there are many things that I would love to see again:
The joys of a ‘first’ moment; the way Tony used to superman the kids out of the bathroom squealing with laughter; the quiet moments spent cuddled up reading a book; the fascination in the faces of the baby examining the wrinkled skin of a grandparent.
This is an everyday moment. And I don’t want to ever forget it.
When she wakes from her dreams this day, she will be twelve.
“Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.” W.B. Yeats, The Wind Among the Reeds 1899