Today we found an old music and art library and spent a lazy afternoon breathing in the smell of old salty vinyl, musty leather and brittle paper. We took photographs of all the carefully catalogued items in a vain effort to catch our fleeting memories of this time together, knowing the images would never be as perfect.
But anyway, on the way home, my younger daughter fell asleep in the car, hugging her big camera.
And I thought this was a good day. A very good day.