It was just a slow, lazy moment doing something we do everyday--not the kind of time that I would usually have my camera in tow. But watching him play in his funny (self-styled) get-up, I was suddenly aware of how many little details about this time of his life I will miss one day. His chubby cheeks and toes, his funny expressions, his passion about the way he does things--all elements I treasure and yet hardly even notice from day to day. So I ran inside, grabbed my camera, and tried to capture them.
His is not an easy age, but it's so precious--and so fleeting. He'll go to preschool next week, and things will probably calm down in our house. He'll get to do more, have more adventures, be with friends. It will be nice for all of us.
But I'll really miss him.