The last time I was able to go out to the village near my home to visit many old friends, I made sure to document it.
One of my friends had just recovered from a very difficult premature birth.
the children climbed all over us as we tried to talk
telling us cute and bizarre things
the boys next door, their cousins, played with tires, rolling them around the yard.
while the older brother did the dishes, waiting for their mother to come home.