Al-Karak, Jordan; 2007: My son rode my shoulders while we explored Al-Karak castle, the centerpiece of a Jordanian city perched on the rim of the Dead Sea valley. Newborn Grace was tucked in the crook of Shannon's left arm. Savannah's hair was still a cascade of little-girl ringlets. Shannon's mom caught this moment near dusk on a Saturday in November.
Moments are strange. They slide through your fingers but settle down in your brain. Friendly ghosts, they are. I'm glad they haunt the hallways of my memory.