My father has a treasured, old, chocolate brown attache case he bought from Europe. Despite its age (I think it's as old a I am), it still has that brand new leather smell. It has traveled far and wide from its origin...to the Motherland (AKA the Philippines), through all of his business travels, and then to the Land of the Free (AKA the USA).
In this attache case are precious pictures my mother has horded, pictures of us as children that she hasn't shared with the world, pictures with a yellowed cast and with rounded edges. She was an avid amateur photographer, and we children where her subjects.
My favorite photo is of my father and I relaxing on a rattan long seat when I was about 5 years old. He was laying on it and I rested on his chest, watching him smoke a cigarette. (try to image out the cigarette in your mind :D ). If I think hard enough I remember that moment, watching him make smoke circles with his mouth, and just *relishing* being next to him.
A moment that I would have probably forgotten, if it weren't for that picture.
You can only imagine the rush I felt seeing Hubby climb into R's crib, to get her to finally submit to slumber.
I hope that she will never forget this moment.