This is my son, Will, light of my life, younger brother to the apple of my eye, Belle. This is a series of shots taken in one minute ~ just to show you non-parents out there how fast an 11-month old can crawl, and how much potential damage can be done. And how beautiful a minute of life can be.
I think, too, about our lives, about what passes for a minute ~ and what passes in a minute. And what we pass. We lose the fascination of an 11-month old ~ but do we lose so much more in the process? A way of seeing? Of being?
Here’s to the 11-month old in all of us. May we all accomplish as much in a minute, and as blissfully little, as little Will. And here’s to damage done in the name of love.
Where there’s a Will, there’s a Way. Where there’s a Way, there’s Will.