Tuesday, July 2

the days slipping by





















Some Ricoh shots from his auntie Somer's visit.


By the time I get film developed, he's already changed.


I've been talking to some older moms with teenage kids, and how they still see them as their babies. How you never stop. It's something I don't want to face: him growing up and growing apart and moving out and having a life someday without me. I know it's the natural order of things but it makes me feel sad. I can't hold time still and it would be weird to do so, but still... Days pass and I try to absorb what I can, and over it all is the knowledge that this sweet time with him will never come again. How do we hold onto life when every second it's slipping by?




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