Sometimes it is revealing to stand back, take a shot from far away, and really look at their size. Really look at the stage we are in now, as a family, and let it sink in that this is the good part. The problems are easily overcome, the laughter bubbles up quickly, and contentment flows beneath. Fulfillment. We have in our possession a fullness and an abundance, a family unit that is shifting as we all find our place and role in relation to the others. And the older 3 are at the age where they will remember these times, a picture will ever-after spark the memory of the place we were visiting. It will be fascinating to hear what they recall, what really stands out in their little minds. The sparkly rock, the running dog, the hugging grandmother, the icy water. They will not remember a day, they will remember an instant.
Another joy-bringer. A boy learning to laugh instead of cry, to move instead of sit. A boy in transition. This view is irresistible. A little more to the left, and his cheeks will block that tiny nose and smile, and there will be no profile. Only cheek and ear. A boy delighted to watch his idols frolic. A boy knowing they will not long forget him, and will swoop in for a kiss at any moment.