I have to stop.
There's no denying the sight I see.
Nothing can draw me away.
The view before me demands my response.
I set my paint brush down, grabbing the nearest rag and quickly wiping the colored streaks that have managed to stain my fingers. I hurry, afraid the moment will pass.
Tossing the rag back onto the table-cloth covered table, grabbing my camera, I fall to my knees and snap the photos.
The images break sunlight into my soul.
Smiles bloom, like bubbles erupting under that spray of a laughing waterfall.
She turns to see me...
and the camera is set aside as she flings herself into my arms
to finish the momentary magic with her sticky, giddy hugs; her arms wrapping around my neck,
her little form still relinquishing the last echos of wonderful baby scents.
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