I took the blue square from my pocket and laid it in her hand.
“What’s this?”
“You know the picture I have by my bed, the one where you’re two, standing in front of the water park?”
She smiled. “Yeah, I know that picture.”
“It’s my favorite picture of you,” I said, fighting back tears. “Anytime I think of you, I think of that picture.”
“Is this...from my swimsuit?”
I nodded as a tear fell.
“Would you carry it with you, for me?”
“Something old, something blue.” She cried.
My baby girl. Always.