I wish for them to keep the memory of their heads bent, knees touching, singular in focus.
I wish for them to keep the taste of those first bitter tears that were wiped clean with kisses.
I wish for them to keep weekend mornings: 4 bodies, entwined - stale breath, clammy sleep skin, the feel of daddy whiskers, and mama's flannel pants...and oh, the laughter and hugs before the sunlight finds us.
I wish for them to keep the knowledge that we will all be wrong often. And that its through loving each other fiercer and stronger through those times that will bring us back together.
I wish for them to keep the look in their father's eyes when he scoops them up in his arms. This look is their first glimpse of what it looks like to be deemed fully worthy and fully loved.
I wish for them to keep those quiet moments spent rocking to a rhythm all our own as I have whispered stories of the past in their ears.
I wish for them to keep those late nights of sleepy haze when they are surrounded by booming laughter, music and stories yet to be learned.
I wish for them to keep the essence of these years of wonder, the fierce love of all who protect them and the confidence that they are ready to step beyond what we have taught them...and capture that old world in a jar.