I unlock my phone to hand to Anessa and a picture of Jackson and Adelaide cuddling on our couch in Chicago stares back at me from a widget/app/thing that displays a randomly rotated photo. They are both in their pj’s and Jackson has his arms around her in a possessive cuddle as he watches TV. This image, which had been so mundane, so routine to me just half a decade ago, was now relegated to my memories.