A trail of stardust

Then and now as reflected in old family photos

I looked up at Rael and patted the seat next to me on the couch. For my Mother’s Day gift, I’d asked for a couple hours together looking at old family pictures. My memories of the kids’ childhoods are disturbingly fuzzy, but Rael has excellent recall and can spin the tale of an entire afternoon out of a single snapshot. When he narrates our family story, my memories peek out from behind the curtain and tiptoe back into view.