Years ago, in a deli, Blue Kid was in a baby carrier, propped up next to me. He was laughy and drooly, kicking his feet. I looked around at other families with babies. Young moms thanking passing strangers who paid their babies compliments.
I focused on one girl, her baby’s chubby hand tightly grasping her finger. I looked back at BK and thought, I can’t forget this time. Hold onto this. Remember.
This morning in a coffee shop, I watched young mothers gather with their sleepy babies. Smiling, tired, shaking baby bottles.
And I thought, hold onto that. And remember.