A little over a month ago, Audrey and I were swaying in the kitchen, she dangled from my neck like a large warm teardrop pendant. We had fallen into a nightly winter habit of turning on her favorite songs and rocking to the beat, our images reflected in the glass of the microwave. Catching our reflection, I reached for the camera and took our dance to the basement where Jason was working. "Can you take a picture?" I asked. "I'm going to miss this."
At times, I catch myself saying something like, "Won't it be great when she talks (walks, stops wearing diapers, can be reasoned with)." But more often, and at an increasing frequency, I find myself storing away images of all the things I will miss about this time and wishing I could slow things down and just keep swaying a little longer. So if you would all kindly oblige me, this week I'm going to focus on a few things I'm going to miss.