So, I’m kind of cheating this week, because it’s been one of those weeks, but I didn’t want to not post something. I have something in mind that I’ll save for next week, but for today I’m choosing something a little simpler – a favorite photo of mine. This is from November 0f 2007, when J was just 3 months old. I can remember the day it was taken so clearly (amazing, since I forget everything lately). It was a Saturday morning filled with errands, and then J and I were headed off to a wedding shower. Before we left for the shower, we went with Brian to Subway to grab some lunch.
Brian and J were sitting across the booth from me and I remember being caught up in what a sweet scene it was, to see my husband with our son. Their hands rested next to each other on the table, and on a whim I pulled out my camera to snap a photo.
This photo still gets me teary-eyed on a regular basis. In part because it’s just so sweet to see that tiny hand juxtaposed against Brian’s, but now because that tiny hand isn’t quite so tiny – or chubby. J will be three this summer, which I can hardly believe. This photo takes me back to that day over two years ago, to a time when we were still new at the whole parenting thing, and had no idea what other wonderful things were in store for us.
I’ve thought about trying to get a photo of Brian’s hand with J and C, but I think another part of the original photo’s charm is the impromptu nature of it. There’s nothing posed – it was just a natural moment I happened to catch. Little moments, whether captured are not, are one of the best parts of parenting. Thousands of dirty diapers changed, sleepless nights, and temper tantrums are all made worth it by one sweet moment, don’t you think?