Barry took Maggie on a date to visit his parents and I’m hunkered down at home working on a few projects. It took me a while to get into the groove of being here alone, but now I’m blasting music and working through some photos. In putting the final touches on Maggie’s first year book, I have found myself trying to ignore the tears that well up in my eyes and the lump that forms in my throat. Maggie has had so much love in her life. Our families amaze me, our friends astound me and I’m starting to think that we’re okay parents.
I’ve always maintained that I keep the blog to document our life, because I’m never going to be a scrapbooker and I don’t feel like I’ve got time to sit down and journal things out. Blogging is an outlet for me that feels right. I have struggled lately with writing and have found myself holding back from writing about things out of fear that someone might find it offensive or think it’s about them. And usually my version of a rant is about somebody’s smelly breath or rude people at IKEA (hate that place, but that’s a story for a different day) and not anything deep or out of this world.
But working on Maggie’s photo book? I’m struck by how many important moments I captured with my camera that I’ve already forgotten about. I bet I blogged about a lot of them, but I don’t have time to go back and read about it all. I hope the details are there. ALL the details.
I basically answered my own question and squelched my worry. I’m going to keep blogging and if stinky breath and disrespectful people happen to be in my post, hopefully it won’t be about you. And if it is? Go brush your teeth and try to fall on the side life that is a bit more happy, jolly and helpful.
We’ve got a whole lot of love here and we’re going to document the shit out of it.
Hooray for documenting the shit out of it!