L+L || The Bump

 I hope 50 years from now in a beaten up novel, one of these photographs will be found.  Worn and wrinkled.  I hope it marks a favorite passage, in the novel or course, but also in time.  Photographs are really pieces of time. I hope the finder is this baby, still stowed away in her mother's womb.  I hope she sees the peacefully look on her mothers face, and that goofy grin her father always got when he was in her presence.  I hope the love felt in the photographs reaches out to her and reminds her of days gone by, and how sweet her existence is.  I hope it brings back memories faded and turns her lips upward in a smile. 

...But in the mean time.  We hope this little one arrives soon.  We are all so anxious to meet her.