I don’t know why I took this picture, from when we were moving into this house last summer:
I suspect it was to remind myself what the house felt like at that moment, before it settled into feeling however it would feel as “our house.” Seven months later, this room is different; the child is different. The baby things are being retired. (Daisy, bless her, is pretty much the same.) Now I’m in a moment in which images of the past year are starting to look like the past, but the feeling of when they were the present has not entirely disappeared. It’s like what defines right now is that it is the time (it will have been the time?) when I could remember R’s first year clearly.