2021-08-20T17:03:05-07:00March 13th, 2012|Parenthood|

Why I took so few photos

He stands pressed against the window,
naked except for a pair of red mittens,
pointing to the crows,
flapping his arms
and repeating over and over


I think several things simultaneously:

He is perfect.
I wonder when he will learn a word other than duck.
People can probably see him from the park.

Then as I so often do,
I think to get my camera
but don’t

and when he asks later
why there aren’t more photos of him
I will tell him how moments are like bubbles;
you have to stay very still
or they will burst.

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