I don't have all the coolest new gadgets. I'm lucky. I don't even want most of them. If my house was on fire and I only had 60 seconds to grab the things that were important to me, I wouldn't have to think very hard. All I have of Ian is my memories. I would grab photos and mementos that could remind me of every experience we ever had together.
That makes me think I should start writing down all the crazy, quirky, happy things we did together now. That way, fire or no fire, I'll have lots of things to smile about when I don't feel much like smiling.
This photo was taken in May or June 1997. This is Southwick's Zoo in Massachusetts. Ian was not quite 3. This giraffe reached right over and licked either Keith or Ian--I can't remember which. It had the longest, blackest tongue ever. This was the first outing we took Lucy on. I was so nervous and awkward even considering nursing her somewhere other than home. Ian and I rode on an elephant.
He couldn't say Lucy. I can still hear him saying Doot-Seet. Two distinct disconnected syllables. These pictures make me smile. They're more valuable than anything I've bought with money.
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