Jedi was looking through a photo album, of pictures from when he and his siblings were babies. Some of the pictures grainier than others, before higher pixellated digital cameras and better printers.
But the faces were there, if rounder. So little and so changed from what they are now, more extended and individual. Though it really wasn’t that long ago.
He was going through all the baby pictures. When he got to Buzz.
“Look, Buzz!”, Jedi exclaimed. “It’s you as a baby!”
He looked, studied, then tried to push the photographs away. He’s 6 years old now and too big for that. “No, I don’t want to be a baby anymore”, he stood, arms at his side. A forceful tone. The more Jedi mentioned his pictures, the more Buzz was adamant.
“No, I’m not a baby anymore.”
It’s bittersweet, but his words are true. Though the faces I will always see as those at their littlest, he’s not a baby anymore. None of them are. It’s only in pictures, familiar yet distant. Some already seem so long ago.