I photograph my children daily. I blog about them. I videotape them doing silly everyday activities. Yet, in my heart I know that I will not remember most of the things that are such dear parts of our daily life.
Like how they say things like "Boobetties, Mem-mon-may, pucs & Hole juu" and I know instantly (most of the time, anyway) that they want blueberries, lemonade, cups or to be held.
Or how it feels to hold their little hands while walking together.
The sound of their giggles as they chase each other around the house.
Or how there is no peace like holding a sleepy child close & feeling their sweet breath against my neck.
I think that is what this blogging, obsessive photography thing is about for me--as a matter of fact, I KNOW it is. Time passes. Things change. Don't get me wrong, I know there will be many, many things about the ages to come that I will MUCH prefer to this age. Honestly, there are plenty of afternoons that I wish away.
But today there is a lump in my throat & a pain in my heart at the thought of these 3 growing up.