This morning, my sixth grader, my first grader, my husband, our dog, and I all gathered together on our futon. This uncommon magic lasted for almost ten whole minutes.
To capture a fragment of the moment, I took pictures of my first grader and our fourteen-year-old dog together. The picture captured only a small part of that heart-filled moment, from the outside.
From inside the moment, though? It captured everything–most important of all, what might be some of the very, very last moments my older son is willing to snuggle.
You don’t need to see those moments for me to be able to see and feel in them all their heartbreak, and wonder,