Friday, September 25, 2015

And Then You Blink

Just like that the first year was over. I had so many happy thoughts in my head over that first year- the most blissful first year of all my three children (for various reasons, not relating to any difference of love or anything like that). I never wrote most of them down. I didn't need to write them in my journal because I'd never forget them. (They were obviously quite fresh at that time). And of course I did forget those thoughts. I don't forget the joy, but I did forget some of what was in my head, which I could have written down. Journaling is much like a photograph for me- I never regret the photos I took, or the words I wrote, only those I thought to, but didn't. People often ask me if I take lots of photos of my kids. I do. I take cell phone snaps, and photos with my camera, and some of them I print for my wall, some I save for my photo books, and some I do nothing with, but I have them. Every single time we walk up or down the stairs, Griffin points to every photo on the wall and he smiles. I name every one for him. My kids find old photos of themselves sometimes and they are excited to look through them. They matter. They matter to us.
On September 9, 2015, Griffin turned one. My baby boy.