The other night, Ava Scarlett kept coming into the kitchen holding up photos in her hands, asking me who’s this? and where was this? and is this Oliver or me? and was I borned yet? She must have come to see me about a dozen times before I finally followed her back to the TV room, whereupon I found this scene: an exploded box of loose, random photos of family and friends that Madame was busy arranging all over the coffee table.
She was sucking her thumb, happily scanning each of them, giving each one a good stare for a moment or two, and then set it down amongst the others. I wondered if she was looking for something specific, or if she was trying to remember a certain detail or something. She looked… busy.
Me: What are you doing?
She: *dreamily* I’m looking at our lives…
There are photos of us all, up close, and from afar. Many I snapped myself… some were taken by others. Wallet-sized school photos. Vintage pictures. Wedding pictures. Baby pictures. Shots from a modelling shoot Oliver did once… pics from birthday parties, and baby showers. Our kids. Other people’s kids. My beautiful sister. Snapshots of friends at cottages by lakes. Dancing. Laughing. All of us. Most of us. Some of us are now gone…
Me: Oh. *smiles* Well, what do you think about our lives?
She: I think it’s beautiful. *scans table* Don’t you think it’s beautiful? *makes a ta-da gesture with hands*
Me: *eyes bright with tears* You are so right, little girl. We are so lucky.
Go rifle through your old photos and have a look at your lives, people… it is beautiful. Enjoy everything. 🙂