When we drive two and a half hours toward two smiling faces and arms wide open for hugs and tree lit and table set and I don’t even have words to describe the love? My eyes fill. We talked and we looked through old photos of young parents and we remembered in black and white. We exchanged gifts, but then she gave more. She said she’d rather I have the 60-some-year-old Polaroid camera that belonged to our Dad. The one that laid dark in its box for decades with bulky flash and original paperwork and his fingerprints and doesn’t she just have a heart of gold? My Nikon sat quiet today. I snapped only one picture of the memories we made visiting my sister and her husband. This picture. But it speaks a thousand words.
Somehow missed this in the confusion of the holidays - what lovely words about a wonderful day with family. And wonderful shot with just the right pov to remember the day always.
