we’d taken a honeymoon picture twenty years earlier.
I set my phone on a timer.
Russell started buttoning his shirt.
“Leave it,” I said.
He looked at me.
“Seriously?”
“Seriously.”
So he did.
I didn’t put on a hat either.
The camera caught my short hair, his softer stomach beneath his shirt, the lines around our eyes that hadn’t existed twenty years earlier,continue reading …