us

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that last Sunday before Christmas

when the sky was washed from a winter rain

and the air was sharp and clean

we picked our way around the puddles

till we stood under that old oak tree

the one that's shaded all my babies

and filtered sunlight across a thousand frames

the camera is set to timer and I adjust her legs

my practice shot reveals bare toes in december,

mittens, and biker gloves

it's not perfect

and i'm always a little surprised to find

i like it that way

i don't want to forget

the way it feels to have you home on a weekend

after so many alone

the gratefulness for who we are 

when we're together

these moments with the ones we get to love