Regret is a color only found in a photograph. Today I remembered that the life phases my children are in right now are the shortest ones of all. Someday way too soon I’ll only be looking at these moments captured in a picture and gone like the shape of a raindrop before it lands. The stillness in the photo belying all the frenetic energy, noise and color…all the smells-like-baby-shampoo moments, all the soft-round-cheeks-against-mine hugs, and all the sloppy wet kisses.