I had somewhere to be, but I couldn’t resist capturing this scene at the top of the stairs. Like many times before, the glorious sun reaching in the big window stopped me in my tracks. This time, its beams led straight to what might look like a teddy bear. What it really is, though, is a precious memory. Of a nursery the color of a sweet peach with bright windows festooned in soft ivory eyelet and gleaming wood on a waiting rocker and turned wood spindles cradling my firstborn. Teddy sat high on a shelf observing the love, and where have 29 years gone?
I like viewing this image best on the black background.
