We started the day with dreams of kayaking the Everglades, pulling our little boat through the mangrove forests and catching a glimpse of a crocodile, a snake, a manatee or maybe even the elusive black panther. You of course had no idea when you woke what adventures awaited you. You are 2. You held on tight to your daddy as we waded through the swamps, bravery taking over your little body every so often, you’d ask to jump in the water slipping on the tree roots then quickly retreat back into daddy’s arms. You saw an owl and that was your most favourite thing in the world. I try to savor and capture every moment of this most perfect day with my thoughts and my camera knowing this day will never come again. It is almost ruined when you refuse to board the kayak, but we gently coax you, in search of the perfect sunset photograph of my little family in the Everglades. I know you will not remember this day as I do, your memory of this day will be a mere photograph. This photograph. Like the tickling in your feet you no longer feel when I remove the tiny socks from your tiny feet, you will not remember this day, or the day after, but my hope and wish is that you remember that you are loved. Unconditionally.
Loved. Unconditionally.
