Today, about halfway through my post-Christmas To Do List, I finally bought a collage frame for all the photos of our brothers’ and sisters’ children that we have received over the holidays.
I love having all the pictures together like this. I can look over them and see pieces of my beloved son and daughter mirrored in their cousins’ faces–that distinctive nose, that stubborn tilt of the chin, those big, soulful eyes. I can close my eyes and imagine looking at these same photos ten years from now, when these captured moments of softly curved childhood will be even more precious, and I sigh, resolving again to be thankful for the minutes ticking by so quickly, even with their petty irritations and crazy-making worries.
I hope I always remember how very blessed we are.