09/07/2026
We think we will remember. We *hope* we will remember. The way they make us smile and laugh. The way they learned to first write their name, climb up the swing set, or slide down the slide. The way their hand fits in ours and their smooshy little cheeks and dimples on their arms. The way all they want to do is run, climb, play, but also be held by us. The way they ask to be pushed on the swings…all day.
One day we will look out our windows to the backyard they played in every single day, and we will think we will remember.
But even now, thinking back just year to year, those details are fuzzy.
Until we look at photographs. Then, we remember it all. 🤍