I don’t know why I keep thinking it’ll work differently.
Tax Season ends, and I think “Oh! I’ll have time to blog again!”
Only, I don’t, not really. We have baseball, and softball, and I’m still at work, only without my support team. I go back to more volunteer work at school. Suddenly, I look around, and tax season ended a month ago, and I’ve posted, what, twice?
Then I remind myself that I’m blogging not because I have to, but because I *WANT* to. Because I want to remember snippets of our lives. I want to record the moments before they are lost in the hustle and bustle of the mundane.
I want to take moments like this
and freeze them forever.
(Melissa focused on a project at WonderLab on our field trip last week. Jeep snarfing down a foot-long cheese dog in under 9 minutes after coming home from Bradford Woods, and Eli enjoying a shake at Jiffy Treat after I got home from a weekend in Florida.)
I’m so grateful to be in a position where I’m getting to live in the moment, I truly am. We’re experiencing life, and what it has to give to us. My fear? My fear is that when these days have passed, and my children have flown the nest, that I won’t have these memories, these windows into the moments, to turn back to. To relive, relaugh at, and relove.
So, I’ll just keep trying. And maybe, just maybe, I’ll get better at posting stuff.