Showing 3 year old pictures of my pregnant belly

I have shown my three year old son this morning, pictures of my pregnant belly. The following are some of his comments/questions.

“Who put me there?”

“How’d I get out?”

” I comed out?”

“What size am I now?” ( I have pictures each week of what size of fruit he was. )

“I want to go back in”, as he proceeds to push his head into my stomach.

 

Rocketing to the Past

I have photos dating back to 2003 on my harddrive. And I am going through them. And my heart is aching. Actually aching. It hurts. So many memories. So many beautiful ones. It is almost astounding. These pictures of the pieces of my life. They flash in and out so vividly. Like I am reliving. This is what my past was like. I want to cry. I am in love with every single one. Pictures that are blurry, that are from the old film. Film you handed over to Walmart staff in a plastic little capsule. And an envelope of photos you would pick up an hour later in return. These feelings knock me off the earth a bit.
I am in love with my past but I wasn’t while it was my present.
Is that going to happen when I look back on these days I am living right now?