I wonder often what childhood will feel like to them. Will they remember the countless camera shops and computer stores we frequent for Mommie’s business? Will they hear a song and think of my clients family that they watch on the screen?

For her part, Sunny will sit with me for a few minutes at a time and ask me whose baby photo I’m editing, or whose family I’m working with. “Do they have kids?” “How many?” “How old are they?” I realize she boils peoples stories down to the facts. If pressed with how many kids she wants or what she’d like to “be” when she grows up, she will say “MOMMY! Don’t ask me that! How can I know that!”

She’s just trying adulthood on, like a familiar sweater that’s to big and to stretched out to be yours- but still, it’s interesting.

Saint doesn’t care about my work or his camera happy life. As long as we are together all day every day until his eyes close, amen. I know he’s two but he’s more of my baby now than when he was an actual baby. I would explain it but you just have to know him. He enjoys his life to the fullest as long as he’s not asked to actually do anything or go anywhere. Here, this house, with his bouncy house, and hose, are all he wants in this life. It’s similar to having  a farm with a giant wide porch and a hound dog that just lays there.

I feel us all growing and pushing and moving forward, but I so love staying still.  Saint and I have that in common. Let’s just sit here a little longer. Let’s just let this be enough for a little bit longer. Let’s let this summer wash away quietly so we don’t have to say goodbye. Just a little bit longer. Let’s let it linger.

 

 

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