On Making Memories

Sometimes I think about the early memories my not-quite three-year-old niece will remember as she grows older.

These thoughts strike me when her and I share quiet moments together – her snuggled in my lap, tracing the outline of the tattoo on my right forearm with her fingers.

The thought invokes the same feelings I had when I saw her for the first time, not yet 24 hours old, asleep and dreaming. I remember that profound feeling of wonder and curiosity. “What in the world are you dreaming about, little one? You’re brand new!”

What will she remember of her early days of life? There’s no way to say “it’s this special moment she’ll keep forever”.

All I can do is bundle-up each moment in love.

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