It would be this one.
Because as I mother I shut my eyes and I try to remember the way my babies used to look at me…when we’d catch eyes and they’d stare at me with so much love. I could smell their sweet breath, feel their tiny feet kicking against my legs. Both of us were just so content. For my youngest, who’s two, I can still see these memories in my mind. They’re still fresh and still happening. But, for my oldest who’s 7…those memories have started to fade. I try so hard, my eyes squeezed tight, to see him as he was at 9 months old.
Then, I come across a picture that shows us together. Him staring at me and instantly I can clearly see his face. I can smell him and almost feel the weight of him in my arms.
That’s why this one is my favorite. Because in this picture I’ve given you this moment. Forever.