I have noticed as I go through mama's pictures, every once in awhile I come across a photo of my father. Not portrait, he is just there. It says something about them to me, each one I find makes me realize how little I actually knew of their lives together. I have pictures of Randy in the same way, he unaware, and rarely shared, just there for me and my heart. I think it was the same for mom.When I mentioned it to her she got shy and said, yes I have a few of those, head down and a sheepish smile creeping up her face, As though it was shameful in some way. Photos are windows, I see that more and more each day.
