My Words

Yes, it's time to eat my words. I truly thought I would live and die, without blogging. I love to read blogs...I'm a blurker and a stalker, and a rare commenter. I've never been a journaler. Growing up, Jonalee kept meticulous record of all the happenings, and I was content to let my history be recorded by her. So now, if she threatens to burn our history (ahem... it's not all pretty!!), I protest.
I have resisted blogging mainly because I've wanted to live each day "in the moment", and didn't want to be tempted to "be" or "do" for a blogs sake.

The other day, David was excited to discover that when he turns eight (this August), he will be halfway to getting his driver's license. Halfway!! Are you kidding me? It was just yesterday we were bringing him home from the hospital! I felt a little panicked, and wished SOMEHOW I could slow down time.

And then it happened. I was folding laundry, with my boys playing around me. I had sent Jonalee a recipe for snow cream. I wondered if she would make it, and figured I would read about it on her blog if she did. I thought about the pages of memories her kids would have to flip through over the years, and imagined David saying "Mom, why didn't you do that for us?" Something clicked. Life is too short NOT to blog! And so, this blog is born. Not as a way to "find my voice" (something Mark thinks I should do), not to showcase my creativity (there isn't much to show), but to try and capture the little moments of these days that are passing too quickly. I'm not a writer or a photographer, but my boys have a history to be written, and I want to do my part to preserve the moments, big and small.