Sunday, January 3, 2010

What Sunday Looks Like

The early sun comes into my front window. By mid-morning it lights up Violet's hair as she plays. I love the way she glows. I love how Violet warms herself in the slowly shifting patch of brightness on my floor. On lazy Sundays I am reminded how madly in love I am with this girl. Her Daddy and I could get drunk on her laughter.

This is why I learned how to take photographs. I desperately want to remember this, all of it. Static, sunshine, pinwheels and monkey pajamas. My baby will be grown up way too soon, but this image will never change.

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