The weather is beautiful.
We’ve played outside every afternoon this week.
Today, I sat on our retaining wall, watching the kids play.
She says, “Can I lay down in the grass and look at the moon?”
(she’s already dirty) “Sure, sweetie.”
I sit watching her, hands behind her head, looking up at the sky. Little Guy comes by with his baby push mower and walks back and forth between us. I think, “Don’t forget this moment. Take a mental picture. Remember what they look like, what they’re doing at this age…”
Surprisingly, she says, “Do you want to take a picture, mom?”
“I sure do. I don’t have my camera with me… but I sure wish I did.”
“You just have to use your imagination and pretend to take a picture, mom.”
I’m trying, sweetie. I’m trying.