In the kitchen cooking dinner. I hear the giggles and snarky comments laced with love. I listen to them, knowing this is a fleeting moment.
For a moment, my mind travels to their days of playing baby in pajamas or bubbles in the driveway.
I glance down to see Grace and Megan surrounded by pillows, smushed on the couch, while Hannah has her turn getting wrapped. I set the table, getting close enough to quickly snap the picture of the moment that will soon be a memory.
A pandemic memory.