We have an electronic picture frame in our living room that turns on every day at 6pm. Embarassingly, it's been neglected for so long that the only pictures on it were of Sofia from about 0 to 2.5 years of age. The other night, as I sat watching the pictures flash by with Samina and, photo after photo, she asked me "Samina?" and I softly replied "No, Sofia!", my mother guilt got the best of me and I decided it was time to finally update.
So, this afternoon I sat down and began the task of choosing pictures. And I found amazing ones like this one...
And this one...
And, be still my heart, this one...
And BOOM. Just like that, I rediscovered my family (or, more precisely, re-rediscovered...it's all a constant cycle, isn't it?).
And this thought came to my mind:
There is Love in this house. There is also anger and frustration and piles of laundry and 2-day-expired milk. But
There is Love. In abundance.
And now, we have the pictures proudly displayed in my living room to prove it.
