When I started this blog 3 years ago, I had such grand ideas that this was my ticket to finally getting into a regular routine of journaling....well clearly the "regular" part has been an epic fail...but I do treasure re-reading past posts... I forget that many of those memories are tucked back in my brain, and voila reading our family journal brings it all flooding back!!!
I think sometimes I'm so bad at posting because I feel like nothing exciting or blog worthy goes on in our lives...being a tired pregnant mom, at home with 2 kids gets quite mundane...who wants to read about that right???...Well I've decided that I do, because all to fast these days will be gone, and filled with school schedules and homework, sports games, bratty teenagers, choir concerts, student driving, dating and much more that I'm sure we'll be completely unprepared for!!!
So for now, I'm quite content with remembering Owen as the silly 18 mo old stunt man, who tosses that big noggin of his around, falls off of the back of the couch regularly and turns the foot rest into a slide so he can perform neck snapping daring deeds as such.....
And I'm content to remember LONG winter days gone wrong with cabin fever...turned right by a silly 3 yr old, who thinks changing her clothes 5 times a day is SO much fun, who loves being "Dora Spiderman" the superhero who's lifelong goal is to terminate "Owen Beast", and who LOVES Ariel SO much, that even when it's snowing outside...has to wear her swimsuit and crown so she can be a princess who swims underwater....***Note the breath holding, fish lips to illustrate swimming underwater***
I'm content remembering my husband as a hard working student, who juggles the demands of family, school and work quite well, as a man WHO LOVES his family, and because of his school schedule actually gets to see his small children develop and grow with a frequency that many men in a traditional 9-5 schedule don't get...
I'm content remembering LONG LONG days of being exhausted with early pregnancy, and feeling my body undergo construction MUCH earlier than I recall with the other two....someday my kids will ask me what it was like being pregnant with them, how I felt, what I craved...already I forget some specifics of my first just 4 short years ago...what's going to happen to those memories in ten or twenty years??? Makes me want to cry....I know some will get tucked away, and other memories will get replaced with new ones..but these early years are so precious to me, and when I'm old and gray and possibly all alone...I want EVERY SINGLE MEMORY to keep me company at night, to warm my heart and fill my soul with peace.
