We were getting ice cream with my parents and sister in a shopping area by our house when we walked past this wall. A wall I must have walked passed a hundred times and never gave it a second thought, and suddenly it hit me. Thomas’ hand was on that wall. Something we participated in over 8 years ago when he was a sleeping infant in the pottery shop.

Forever frozen in time.
So tiny. So long ago.

Thomas, of course, doesn’t remember, but he read his name immediately and insisted on posing alongside of it.

There are many things that I look forward to in the new house. I always say how nice it will be to have our own mailbox, on our own property, and not have to walk to get mail any longer.
Truth is? I will miss it.