Pictures

I often catch myself looking at pictures of my daughter during her nap time or after she's gone to bed and I love looking at them, even though I've spent the day with her and she's just in the next room sleeping.

Maybe it's because of all the memories attached to those pictures. I really know the baby in those pictures - she's not just a 2-dimensional image in an unfamiliar setting, someone else's memory taken within a context completely unknown to me.

Maybe it's because of my two children, I can peruse hundreds (okay more than 2,000) pictures of her any time I want. Yeah, that's it. And it's wonderful.