In the early days of our family, I made a photo book at the end of each year. I memorialized the heavy snow and the trip to the zoo and the water-logged pool days. The pages are falling out of those well-studied books now; some days, I’ll find them beside one of my teenager’s beds or sitting on the coffee table, yanked from the bookshelf archives.
I resu…
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