Picture This: Mental Images

So often I have my camera in hand and I live behind the lens.
It’s not that I watch life pass me by, I’m experiencing it just like the others…
Well, kinda…

When I look through my camera, colors seem brighter.
Small details pop into view.

The world is, to me, sharper through a lens.

But I don’t always have my camera with me in the little moments.
And there are some little moments that I really want to remember
And I jot them down in hopes that I’ll never forget them.

This morning I was a bit achy and decided to take a warm bath.
Asa wasn’t yet awake, but I knew he would be soon.
Each morning when he gets up, he trots (yes, trots) to our room and crawls in bed to snuggle.
It really is quite wonderful.

By the time he got there this morning, I’d had my bath and was on the bed with my baby belly exposed.
He gave me a smooch and then snuggled up not next to me, per se, but to the baby.
He very gently rubbed my belly and said, “Hay, bay-bee”
That lasted a few minutes and then he leaned down and gave her a kiss.

I want to remember that forever.
I want to remember the feel of his soft, pink hands against my skin.
I want to remember the “pop” sound his lips made as he kissed her.
I want to remember the smile on his face when he looked up at me and realized that I was watching.

A picture may be worth a thousand words,
But a memory is worth a million.