One of my earliest memories with my mom was when we were driving along the road and I noticed fog rolling across the grass as I peered out the car window. As we drove, I asked her if she knew what it felt like to touch fog. She looked at me and immediately pulled the car over to the side of the road and said "let's go find out". 30+ years later, it's still one of my favorite memories and one that we still talk about. I think it's part of the reason that I still am awestruck by fog. Maybe I'm just being nostalgic or maybe it's because it's like a super power with it's ability to slow down life and drown out the everyday distractions blurring past. Maybe both.
My girls are now very familiar with my love affair with fog so when we saw the most amazing milky sky rolling off the lake last week, they weren't at all surprised when I asked them to go take photos. They are rapidly approaching 10, and the idea of a photo shoot is way less appealing to them these days, but I could tell they had a little bit of excitement in their eyes. I found myself putting the camera down for a bit and stopping to watch them become little girls again, running through it and loving everything about this little phenomenon.
Hopefully these are the memories that will stick with them just as they have me.