Someone sent me a photo the other day.
Not via email.
Not on Facebook.
Not a link to a Flickr page.
Someone mailed me a photo. With a stamp, envelope and everything. Oh, and a handwritten card.
My 90 year old great aunt, to be exact.
It was me, 4, and my cousin. Taken in California on a visit I made as a child.
Besides my own 4 year old's striking resemblance, something else occurred to me. I don't hold actual photographs any more. It was a weird feeling. It arrived last Thursday, and I can't stop looking at it.
I actually rubbed my thumb over it. And smelled it. As if it would somehow transport me back all those years and maybe, just maybe, remind me what it's like to be my son's age.
Funny, isn't it, that the only way to share that photo here is by digitizing it. That's me - the one rocking the Jamaica shirt.