Where Elliott's high chair used to be.
Ash and I used to watch Elliott playing at his window from this vantage point often.
Our kitchen, and our door.
Our living room, and Elliott's window.
Where Elliott's changing table used to be.
During Elliott's first few months of life, he'd wake up and look out this window for a while before asking to be picked up.© 2013 Brian Adams
This week, I developed some film I made on the last day that I was in our last apartment. It was the most emotional that I've ever felt about leaving a place; Elliott took his first steps here, took his first falls, enjoyed his first bites and first views of life. Ash and I became parents in this place, and even more in love with each other. We had our first memories as a family here. Standing in the apartment, I could still feel all of our memories, love, and laughter inhabiting it; our energy populates the space between the walls. I am excited to drive by in ten years and twenty and tell Elliott that this was the place that life became something different and better than it had ever been.