This is a comment I wrote to a blog posting at "The One Minute Writer," a really cool blog that I found. Check it out:
What one moment in your past do you wish was immortalized in a photograph?
It would have to be the day my son called Fred "dad" for the very first time. Jeromy was about a year-and-a-half old, Fred and I had been dating for about six months, and one day, out of the blue, Jeromy called him Daddy. No one had ever taught him that word, nor was he ever prompted to call him that, but in his little heart he just knew it. He knew this wonderful man was meant to be his Daddy; even if I wasn't absolutely certain yet, he already knew.