My son (the transplant to New York City whom I haven't seen since February) and his girlfriend came for an unexpected visit this weekend. Sadly, a funeral for a friend brought them home, but we managed to squeeze some positivity out of the situation with a couple of home-cooked meals and bonus family time. I was so happy and wrapped up in being with him, I forgot to take even one picture. That may be the modern measure of how engaged and 'in the moment' we are at any given time: When we forget to observe and record the moments, and simply participate in them. Sweet.