Today also is the day Jim and I first became parents, of a beautiful son with intense dark eyes.
I took two sets of photographs two ways, and it was not until I uploaded the images that I realized a father and child some distance away–too far for my slightly deteriorating eyesight to have discerned at that range–had made their way into both horizontal vistas.
Happy Birthday, Sam. I think far too much about the worst days of our lives. Your arrival was one of the best.