I asked a friend for some pics of her kids (she has a brand-new one!) and wow are they adorable. I shared two pics back of my kids (from long, long ago).

While I have tens of thousands of photos, I only have two photos on my Mac easily accessible via Finder.

Sharing my two back somehow made me think of my dad (gone 32 years now). When he died, he lived alone, and the only pictures he had of his short married life were contained in a plastic cube that held a total of six square pictures. He never asked for any updated ones (despite never seeing us).

I’m glad my brain took a nice thing and made me sad. Sigh.