Growing up, my mom had a picture of me that was framed in almost every room of our house. It was me with a big grin, shorts and a backwards hat on. My knees were scratched from playing, which was her favorite part. Growing up, I never understood why she kept that photo everywhere. It seemed cute, but I couldn't quite grasp why she loved it so much. It was just a picture.
But now I get it. There's a joy I feel when looking at this picture that I didn't know I could feel. It is perfection, it's how I want to always remember them. And I want to frame it and put it everywhere.
Photo cred: the incomparable @alannamha