The baby is getting married.
The husband has been copying photographs, putting together a video for the reception. He made a wonderful pairing of two photographs. In the picture on the left, she is 10 years old, wearing my mother’s old wedding gown playing dress-up and I am adjusting her veil. In the picture on the right, she is standing in her real wedding gown and I am kneeling on the floor pinning where fasteners will go for the bustle.
A quarter-inch of space is all that separates 16 years. The time went by exactly that fast.