It goes fast. That’s what they say. They say it because it’s true. It really goes fast.
Jack, my son, was only 3 years old in this photo. He’s 9 now. The 6 years that have passed sped by so fast it’s almost like they didn’t even happen. It’s sad to me.
Photography is like a time travel. It takes you back. Do you ever sift through old pictures feeling sentimental? I do it all the time.
Photography records details that you could never remember. I read a quote once “the strongest memory is weaker than the weakest ink”.
Jack still sleeps with that blanket above his head. His hand goes behind his head while he sleeps. He looks mostly the same except his face is longer and his features are more sharp. What’s missing is the little boy that runs into our bedroom to jump in bed with us each morning.
I get sappy about stuff like this. There was a quote from the movie Finding Neverland that haunts me. “Young boys should never be sent to bed….. they always wake up a day older”.