I am the memory keeper.
For simple days; for unexciting, extremely ordinary days; it is here that I end my day.
Looking at my photos.
Remembering the smiles...
or the tantrums.
Sometimes I write about the not-so-great days; when everything is chaos and spilled milk and tears and screaming and I hate yous.
I want to remember those days too.
Time passes too quickly; and didn't I just give birth to this baby boy yesterday?
And her and him and her too?
I write to remember.
The good times, the bad, the birthdays, the lost teeth, the firsts; first bike rides, first soccer games, first, first, first. And I know that in just a short time I will be photographing first dates, first dances, first cars.
I write about running because it is my sanctuary, but my children and husband are home.
I write about things that make me happy, simple things; drawing with chalk, blowing bubbles, sunshine and bare feet.
All of these things are everyday things; nothing spectacular...
But sometimes, just being; soaking in; marveling at; those are the most special times of all.
Definitely worth remembering.
And that is what I speak for.