I arrived with my cameras. I wanted to catch C in his earliest days, to capture those feet and tiny little fingers. Only, once A put him in my arms, I sat with him instead. I felt his heavy little head weighing on my arm and decided that this was better than photos, more important than the click of the shutter. I snapped less than ten photos on my way out with my bags in my hands almost as an afterthought. They were enough, I think. My A and now my little C.