Then one late afternoon last week, we strolled down to our beloved neighborhood playground. Cricket was dashing all over the place, chattering, laughing, observing and pointing out interesting things—being quintessential Cricket. Finally she sat down at a table to pretend we were having a picnic of sandwiches and fruit salad. She was wearing her "Cricket in winter" uniform—the one I want to remember her in when I think of her as a 2-year-old: a red fleece jacket, jeans, boots and bows hidden somewhere in her (always) wild hair.
I just couldn't help myself. Before I knew it, we were in the middle of an impromptu photo session. Somehow she sat at that table, smiling and jabbering away at Nora, long enough for me to get a few more images for my collection.