This quick capture of my cupkeiki smelling a flower is mine. It isn’t perfect. It’s out of focus and doesn’t get all of her. In fact, just from looking at it one might not know what was happening, which is why the idea of “mine” fits so well for me. I know, and simply adore this photo. The moment she shared with the flower is hers. Whether it smelled or not, how it felt, if she even remembers it; it’s all hers, but seeing and capturing it to look back on is mine.