It’s moments like these where I can almost hear time passing.
My boy, a week away from 6.5, sits on my lap helping me pick out fabric for his sisters’ pillows (he humors me).
My back starts to ache and my legs are falling asleep under his weight and long limbs.
I think, “this is almost over.”
Soon, he won’t cuddle on my lap. Hopefully not because he won’t want to, but because he’ll be just too darn big.
I looked over and saw my camera right there, pointed at us, as if saying, “Click. Shoot. Now, because you don’t know if there will be another.”
So I very carefully turned the camera without disturbing Giant Boy Who is Breaking My Legs, took a guess at the settings, set the timer, focused, and clicked.
This is what I got.