Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Row after row of pictures that look just like Jack and Margaret. I don't know what you call those things. Frame fillers?
Seriously, they looked exactly like my kids. Jack's arms, hands, cheek, hair, clothes. And Margaret. Little Margaret, arms out, next to her brother, hair flying out behind her? Wow.
My sister saw the frames first in her town and let us know about them. She wondered it we'd think she was stretching things a bit. Of course, I had to check them out for myself.
They did not disappoint, even up close. Without hesitation, Margaret said, "That's us, Mom!"
I was struck the most by the way these kids are standing, because it is precisely the way mine looked to me as they walked down our long driveway the day of the accident. Jubilant. That last time I saw them together.
And yeah, they are walking into a sunset (sunrise?) full of birds. So there's that.
If your kids are the real models from these pictures, please don't tell me. I'm just going to enjoy this little bit of wonder today.
I hope you will too.