Looking at my own family photos feels good too. It is one way to have your cake and eat it too. We get to enjoy the moment and then taste it later. 

I have a friend who took photographs of frozen bubbles. I am not sure of the logistics when the watery liquid changes it's mind and becomes solid. Bubbles are not renowned for their strength so the process is probably tenuous. 

Sometimes the moment of beauty between couples pops before you can hold on to it. Does that mean it was never really there? I have a friend who said that her relationship with her husband became extra tender in the months after their child was married. But then just as quickly it proofed away. Back to mundane as daily fare. 

 I recall a few times when my two year old would have a wailing tantrum which suddenly ended when he or she wanted to nurse. 

"I hate you Mama! Can I nurse?" The anger evaporated like a broken bubble. 

Taking a photograph, either mentally or physically, of our loving feelings can awaken those emotions when a Russian winter sets in.