Then a picture of Julia ugg discount making cupcakes with Nicole, who was so young she sat on the kitchen counter and her legs didn’t reach the edge. She couldn’t have been more than a year and a half old. Nicole was frowning with concentration as she wielded a huge spoon of dough, making a fine mess while Julia tried not to laugh.
     And a photo of us hiking in Colorado, Julia holding the hand of six-year-old Nicole ugg discount while I carried Eric on my shoulders, my shirt collar dark with sweat—or worse, if I remembered that day right. Eric must have been about two; he was still in diapers. I remember he thought it was fun to cover my eyes while I carried him on the trail.
     The hiking photo had slipped inside its frame so it stood at an angle. I tapped the uggs discount frame to try and straighten it, but it didn’t move. I noticed that several of the other pictures were faded, or the emulsion was sticking to the glass. No one had bothered to take care of these pictures. The baby snuffled in my arms, rubbing her eyes with her fists. It was time for bed. I put the pictures back on the shelf. They were best breitling watches old images from another, happier time. From another life. They seemed to have nothing to do with me, anymore. Everything was different now. The world was different now.
     I left the table set for dinner that night, a silent rebuke. Julia saw it when she got home around ten. “I’m sorry, hon.”
     “I know you were busy,” I said.
     “I was. Please forgive me?”
     “I do,” I said.
     “You’re the ugg boots on sale best.” She blew me a kiss, from across the room. “I’m going to take a shower,” she said. And she headed off down the hallway. I watched her go. On the way down the hall, she looked into the baby’s room, and then darted in. A moment later, I heard her cooing and the baby gurgling. I got out of my chair, and walked down discount uggs for women the hall after her.
     In the darkened nursery, she was holding the baby up, nuzzling her nose.
     I said, “Julia ... you woke her up.”
     “No I didn’t, she was awake. Weren’t you, little honey-bunny? You were awake, weren’t you, Poopsie-doopsie?”
     The baby rubbed her eyes with tiny fists, and yawned. She certainly appeared to have been awakened.