Hooked on a picture

It happens to all of us.

A picture that for whatever reason becomes

embedded in your mind, forever in your heart.

I am not sure what it takes to make the picture special

yet when I think of my children as youngen's

there are certain pictures that have been taken

in their lives that my mind remembers.

In my home, I have a family wall

and there I have those pictures.

Kd, while visiting one day right after I finally

finished the wall, asked me why I had chosen

a certain picture of baby boy saying

that one was cute but there were so many others

that were better.

I explained that for me,

when I think of him being little, in my mind

that is one of the pictures I remember.

Which brings me back to the picture above.

It is not the fanciest picture, taken with my iphone

on the first overnight visit without bean's parents.

There is something about the beauty of the child

in this picture that tells me a story.

I shouldn't be in love with a picture that shows

the baby crying, especially because the tears

are because she missed her mommy and deda.

Yet, it will be forever one of my favorites

and when she is a woman, grown with her own

children, this picture will be the one

the camera in my heart will bring out of

its history.