I stumbled across this long-forgotten photo–it was like having a magic window back into my mother’s 1988 kitchen. She looks so happy, so full of life. And my little dog Marianne making her very first entry onto the Devine family stage–with years of family love and mischief ahead.
The wonderful thing about a forgotten photo is that all the things in it take you by surprise again, just the way real life does.
The tragedy of a beloved photo is that, eventually, the photo itself becomes what you remember.
God bless disorder, which causes us to lose some photos of people we love, and find them again.