Not everything important is a big event.
The words they mispronounce. The walk home. The ordinary afternoon you will want back. Give those moments somewhere to stay.
Theo built a sandcastle for forty minutes. A wave took it in three seconds. He laughed so hard he got sand in his mouth. Ella, stone-faced at seven, said, ‘That’s just how the ocean is.’ I wrote that line down on a napkin.
Kept as written. Nothing to prove.