I thought it would be like this for a long time. My dad, alive. My daughter, living with us. My son, a cuddly baby. Me, a graduate with a wider potential.
In such a few short years, this picture has changed. My father died. My daughter entered adulthood and moved up north. My son is a tall, athletic ten year old.
I though it would be like it was in this photo forever.
Still, it’s the love that stays constant and not the form. We all change, and when I look back on this seven years later, I want to go back to that day. To give longer hugs. To tell everyone how very much it meant to me that they were here.