Oh, she'd have to see if her old camera was up in the attic, to indulge more. There was just something about digital pictures that weren't the same as film.
Heather beamed at him as he scooted up onto the bed, she scooted over as far as she could, so they had as much space as needed, and settled closer once he was on the bed. Her head on his shoulder she looked down on their daughter.
"Oh, she is beautiful. More than me." It wasn't a drag on herself, as it might have been this time last year. No, this was a mothers love. And nothing could match her daughter, in her eyes.