Your face was so close to mine. I held you on my hip, just a kiss’s length away. Every photo of you felt zoomed in, your round little face taking much of the frame, your joyful existence and survival taking up the same amount of space in my mind. I was often your first thought in the morning, my name the first on your tongue. My arms, your safe place. 

When I take pictures of you now, you are busy being amazing and hilarious, and you stand farther away. Sometimes so far I have to zoom in to see your face, but I still remember every part of it with my eyes closed.