Peyton had a project I helped her do.
It was printing a picture for each year to build a timeline of PEYTON.
We printed the pictures out. Peyton as a baby. Peyton as a toddler. Peyton with cancer. Peyton just before I had the strokes.
The final picture was one of my favorites.
One I had snapped of Peyton sleepy, with her arms wrapped around her daddy, looking at me from over his shoulders.
The picture showed love and total trust and safety.
I looked at that picture and it made me cry.
The me that walked along behind my husband.
The me that could just raise my camera and capture a moment.
The me that took caught our lives in picture to keep forever.
That me was gone.
Oh, she can be replaced with tools and tricks to try to make that passion live again.
But the truth is there are certain gifts that can’t be replaced.
That was one of them.