You’re a lot like me in the
morning. When you wake up, there’s no
middle ground. One moment, you’re asleep,
the next you’re wide awake and ready to go.
However, on this day, you sat on the couch staring off into the
distance. I wrapped you in your swaddle
blanket (yes, at 15 months you still need your legs swaddled to fall asleep)
and you sat quietly. Ben, wanting to
play, pulled the blanket off your tiny body and threw it over his head. “Peek-a-boo”, he yelled, confused by your
reaction. Instead of laughing as you
usually do, you began to cry, big crocodile tears running down your
cheeks. I wrapped you again, a little
tighter this time, and you sank back into the warmth and comfort of your cocoon.
I love every detail of this
photograph. The expression on your
face. The look in your eyes. The car placed on top of your blanket, a
peace offering from Ben. Sometimes an
image is what it is. And sometimes it’s
more. The more you look, the more you
see, the more you fall in love...with the photo, with the person, with the moment.
