Every Little Detail

Lately I have been having a heart-breaking, soul-crushing, cry-my-eyes-out realization that I just won’t be able to remember every little detail. I want to. I want to soooo bad. I try to commit every detail to memory, stare at it, think about, over and over, hoping to sear the image into my mind for all time. But let’s face it, I can’t even remember what I had for breakfast.

As he’s about to turn one, it’s the way his hair gathers to the left at his neck, how he chews his thumb with all four fingers pointing up, the way he nuzzles in close and wants me to rub my cheek on his, when he pulls my hand to his face and I say “sweet baby” on repeat until he stops pulling my hand to him, his orange-tinged nose from all the carrots, the “oooo” face he makes at himself in the mirror, then laughs, then does it again, the way each of his features looks each and every day. I want to remember it all. But I know there’s already so much I’ve forgotten.

I look back at images from his first few months, and see his fuzzy newborn skin, one ear looking different than the other, how he held his thumb in his hand, the dexterity of his toes, always trying to grasp anything put in their way. These photos make me a big ball of emotional goo, and I cherish them.

I felt a moment of panic the other day worrying that I hadn’t documented this sweet little image in time, that his hair was too long already, and I would forget. It’s the cutest thing to me, this little neck of his. I could stare at it for hours. And kiss it. And kiss it. And kiss it.

A New Session Offering
As a result of my obsession with remembering the details, I have created a session to document your little one’s sweetest features too! See details here: http://www.taragrahamphoto.com/kissables/