Photograph what you love.
I vaguely remember the day my brother was was born but my Dad recorded it on cassette. He mailed it to me recently. Hearing the seven year old me, standing at the end of the bed my brother was born in, was something. I was anxious but sweet. I couldn't wait. So little and big too. 
I want her to have something too. Hannah worked at the stables everyday during the summer to get to ride Wolf twice a week and take him to fair. She and my Mom would spend hours braiding his mane and hers to match. All of us took vacation days to come home and see her place 28th in freestyle. There is a box called "Hannah." Someday, I'll send it to her.
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