There are moments I treasure, ordinary bits of time that I didn’t see coming. Me walking in the door and seeing Beyoncé and Solange, already in their pajamas, wildly dancing with Uncle Johnny. The radio was so loud they didn’t hear me come in. I was going to make a joke about me and Johnny, how my house was now the Down Beat or the Session. But this moment was theirs, just Johnny’s and the girls’. I took a picture with my mind and tucked it in my heart to keep safe forever.
