The photo box on my closet shelf hadn’t been opened in a while, so I don’t know the first time it happened.
But I sure noticed that new photo the night I was going down memory lane. It was a snapshot of Sam and me at the beach. We were holding hands.
I stared at it, more surprised than anything else.
As the leaps continued, I’d check the box, finding new photos that revealed a different relationship between us, one I found I wanted to be real more than anything. I wanted him.
Last night, I found our wedding photo.