“You said that’s how you like it,” I teased.
Junie chimed in, “She only likes it because I did it first!”
Lizzy stuck out her tongue. “No, I invented it!”
We laughed—real, light, and free.
I pulled out a new disposable camera—this one lilac. It had become our tradition.
Capturing everything.
Messy smiles. Sticky fingers. A life rebuilt.
“Smile!” I called.
They pressed their cheeks together and shouted, “Cheese!”
I took the photo, my heart overflowing.
Junie climbed into my lap. “Are we going to collect all the camera colors?”
“And yellow!” Lizzy added.
