Just a Moment In Time

It was just a moment in time, really.
I haven’t thought about it much for fourteen years, but suddenly, it came flooding back.  Then, you were my only child, bundled up for the day: jean overalls that snapped on the legs, sturdy white leather shoes to help you run faster than I ever imagined.
It was just a fleeting instant in time.
Chunky red plaid fleece jacket, softly lined, hood to cover your flaxen hair; you never liked hats.  I think it was November, early snow.  Ten tiny fingers gently captured snowflakes.
It was just a snapshot, really.
We walked out on the dock, just the three of us.  Our family almost complete.  Your gleeful squeals filled the silence with joy, envious couples glancing our way.
It was just an instant, then it was over.  Inhale.  Exhale.
We stopped, you posed, we snuggled you between our legs, holding you tightly.  Never wanting to let go.  You raised your face to the sky and grinned with rapture.
It was just one moment, really.  But I remember every detail.

Jennifer Wolfe

Jennifer Wolfe, a writer-teacher-mom, is dedicated to finding the extraordinary in the ordinary moments of life by thinking deeply, loving fiercely, and teaching audaciously. Jennifer is a Google Certified Educator, Hyperdoc fanatic, and a voracious reader. Read her stories on her blog, mamawolfe, and grab free copies of her teaching and parenting resources.

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6 thoughts on “Just a Moment In Time

  1. That is such a sweet photo and memory. Those special moments from when they were little… we will always keep those in our hearts!

    1. Thank you, Michael Ann. She was such a sweet little girl!

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