Well playing with my youngest in her room the other day she picked up one of her beloved blankets (or as she has always called them “babies”) and I thought about putting the camera down and waiting for her to go back to what she was doing before, what I was happily photographing. I am so glad that I decided to keep shooting. This kid was born with a personality that I have never experienced and never expected (isn’t that the way of life?) and one of her many “things” is her desperate and passionate love for her blankets. I’ve heard of little ones being attached to lovies but never could have imagined such a fierce NEED to have one in her arms at. All. Times. ALL TIMES. Recently though I’ve noticed a slow decline…she can leave a room or even the house without one. They are not in her arms at every moment of the day. It hit me when I found this image that sooner than later she will yearn for a blanket in her arms for the last time. Eventually these will be washed, folded and never picked up by her again. If I had put my camera down when she picked that blanket up I could have missed a real moment, one that speaks volumes to her first three years. A meaningless snapshot to most people, this is a real and cherished memory for us.