She helped him on the ends of the Hockey Song, held his hand crossing the street, stretched her arms wide even after the fourth run across the grass.  Mom things.  Tiny things, big things, important things.

My Mom made me who I am by these things, I move furniture before I clean, hum the bars of harmonica in Five Days in May, laugh with abandon, swear often, say I love you in between each breath.  Small things that happened in between moments that threaded between my pores, on a blustery Saturday of October I had the happiest afternoon snapping these moments of Sarah and Brighton’s lives.

I hope to know Brighton years from now, see who he becomes, see who Sarah helps him to become.

Hello Brighton, I love you.

I know this one is a bit blurry, but for some reason I just completely fell head over heels for it.