little feet

lately i've been struck by just how big my littlest dude is getting. he's not a baby anymore, despite my efforts to halt the hands of time. not even close. we are in full-on toddler mode, attitude and all!
i'm afraid my last baby has all but gone...

i really wanted to get the perfect picture of him sleeping in his crib. i sneak in and try but the minute i click, he's staring me in the eye and not so very happy with me. i just want to remember. and i've never captured that image, except in my head... where i can see each of my babies and how they slept. their favorite positions, unique to each of them.

and then there are the little feet. oh, how i love their little feet. sweet baby feet. toes curled. soft and pink.

i took these pictures with my 50mm f/1.4 and they turned out how i see them in my minds eye, which rarely happens. usually what i get from the camera is something new and different.
but these are a little fuzzy, soft, just the tip in focus, just like we remember things. it's like how we can remember some details but the rest is kind of filled in by what we know. but still, we remember the details so acutely that, for me —as a mother—it makes my heart ache.

i feel this way about each of my children. and i don't know why, but their tiny feet remind me that they are only small for such a short period of time.

and before long, their feet will be so scary you won't want to kiss them anymore.

but these feet, i still want to kiss.