all's bright at the albrights

Today I was holding August in my lap as I was eating lunch, letting her play with an old calculator. I looked down and felt overwhelmed by the feeling to take a mental picture of the simple moment. I wanted to remember my second baby's little chubby wrists, dimpled knuckles, and rolly thighs. I wanted to remember the sound of the adorable babble coming from her little mouth as she gnawed away at her "toy". So I took that mental picture, but of course I also took one with my phone, for a time when memories fade.