23/07/2026
I almost deleted another photo today.
My phone reminded me that my storage was running out again.
So I started cleaning my gallery—old screenshots, random pictures, blurry selfies, duplicate shots, and videos I forgot I even had.
Then I reached your album.
I smiled.
Because every single photo has a story.
The blurry ones remind me of how fast you moved when you started crawling.
The sleeping photos remind me of the countless nights you chose my chest over your crib.
The videos with background noise? That's our home—our laughter, your tiny giggles, and the sound of a love that's impossible to explain.
Some people might only see hundreds of pictures of the same baby.
But I don't.
I see your first smile.
Your first laugh.
Your first tooth.
The way your tiny hand searched for me in your sleep.
The way you hugged me without even knowing you were healing parts of my heart.
One day, you'll be too big to fall asleep on my chest.
You'll run ahead instead of reaching for my hand.
You'll make your own memories, your own adventures.
And when that day comes, these photos won't just be pictures.
They'll become little time machines that take me back to the days when your whole world fit perfectly in my arms.
So no...
I still can't delete them.
Not because my gallery is full of photos.
But because it's full of moments I'll never get to live twice.
Every photo of you is a chapter of our story.
And if my phone keeps saying "Storage Full," I guess my heart has been full long before my gallery ever was.
Someday you'll see these photos and realize they were never just pictures to Mommy—they were pieces of a love that words could never fully capture.
