The wisdom in my mom's fingers. The sense that she has done this many times before. The steadiness of her hands - one firmly holding the bowl, the other dipping down to stir.
BOY's hands are paused. A pause. Not something captured very often in a photo of BOY. Yet, he is engaged in the task.
And GIRL, there she is, her hand carrying a load of blueberries. I can see her again in my mind, her little face upturned to her grandmother's, listening to every word of instruction.
It was the best visit with the kids. Ever.