The Process of Remembering: a photoblog by andrew huth

My niece Sydney is a tiny rocket full of play and one of the sweetest kids I have ever known. I love that she whispers, “I love you Uncle Andrew” into my ear at bedtime. I also love how honest she is with her feelings and thoughts.

When I arrived at my parents’ home last week for a visit she followed me up the stairs to my bedroom and promptly jumped up on the bed and full of self-awareness said to me very calmly and with measured breath, “I’m very excited okay, I’m very excited.” I supposed my mother told her that she couldn’t go crazy because I had hurt my back. This must have been her way of telling me that she’s trying to keep herself calm even though she wanted to have crazy fun. At that moment, I didn’t feel any pain in my back and scooped her up promptly.