They want to hear stories about when they were little lately so we pull up old photos to jog our memory and help us tell them what we remember. It’s been a good practice in looking at all the joy, recognizing the moments full of glitter.

Opening the view finder to more than whats right infront of us – seeing the culmination of our years, moments and memories together. I can see where the glitter still exists. Everywhere. In between the conversations, when we’re holding our breath, when we notice what’s around us. It’s all right there, in black and white.

And before I even notice, it’s bleeding color all over my life. Full speed, streaking color.