Let things click.

Last week, I stayed with friends in North Carolina. On departure day, we pulled up to the curbside drop-off and realized: we hadn't taken any pictures. Not a single one.

What filled the week, though, is in my mind's eye. There was foilage, a beautiful blue-eyed baby, delicious meals, crisp mornings and plenty of laughter and fun. Is there proof of it? Not the kind you can put in an album and thumb through from time to time. But, more importantly: it certainly left an imprint on me.