I was telling my mom the other day that I spend so much time staring at my sweet Bab's face, because it's so beautiful, and I love her so much. But I do it with a vague sense of panic, because I know I did this with Primus too, and don't remember what she looked like at that age, or how I felt in those moments.
That's why we take pictures, my mom reminded me. And why I write, I remind myself.
So this is me, trying to remember.
(the other one was really precious too)
