these are the days of tugging on pant legs. of squeezing to fit next to each other. of fighting over a lap. you push and pull with all your might to touch this love. but it won’t always be so. the future will scatter us. you will outgrow us. i know this. and so i make pictures of that sweet time when we clung like crazy to one another. because one day the photos will be all that is left of this beautifully surreal time together.
