It was Saturday and we weren’t doing anything interesting.
We were just hanging around the house when my mother-in-law brought over some waffles.
These are not your normal waffles. These are waffles that were perfected for over at least 50 years.
Obviously, they didn’t last very long.
I took this photo while my son was working his way through one of them and didn’t think much about it at the time.
It was just another photo of an ordinary Saturday.
But I’m starting to realize these are the pictures I really want to keep taking.
Because I know how this works.
One day I’ll look at this photo and notice something I don’t see right now. Perhaps his haircut or where we used to sit. How small he was. Probably a hundred other little things I barely notice now.
And I’m sure, It won’t feel quite so ordinary anymore.



















