The sun streamed gently through the curtains, casting a soft golden light across the bedroom. Anne and Damien sat side by side on the bed, leaning comfortably against the pillows. Between them, Anne held her phone, scrolling through photos and videos of Ryan from over the years.
Damien's eyes were glued to the screen, watching in wonder. A newborn Ryan, tiny and swaddled in soft blankets, his little face scrunched up in sleep. Then, a series of pictures showing his first smiles, his chubby hands reaching out, and the way his blue eyes gleamed with curiosity and innocence.
Anne smiled softly, the memories flooding back. "He was such a quiet baby. Rarely cried, just watched everything around him like he could understand everything."
Damien's expression softened as he watched a video of Ryan crawling for the first time, his little hands and knees propelling him awkwardly across the floor as Anne cheered in the background.
