Wendy, Peter, and The Grown-Up

  These are their shadows and that was their laugh that filled up our home while I sat on the couch and photographed. And I wrote this piece about being here with them, but see, that's the thing: I then wasn't there because I was documenting.

I snap a picture, I write it down in the hopes that it'll bring me back into the room where the laughs reverberate, where the drums beat, where our river of love flows when we're all present. *** "When the first baby laughed for the first time, its laugh broke into a thousand pieces, and they all went skipping about, and that was the beginning of fairies." J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan