It’s the small things in life that will fade away. Memories of love, life, laughter will disappear or become distant memories.
Like a stray mark, you erase it, but it’s still there.
We capture moments in time so that we can look back upon them, these joyous blimps in the timeline.
Three years from now, I will look back at this photo and smile. Trying to recall the delicious laughter from through the haze of newborn exhaustion.
Even through sleepless nights, moments like these make it worthwhile.
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