For the past two weeks I've been having these fleeting moments where something delightful happens in my little life involving my delightful children and I think "that's a blog story" but I haven't been blogging real heavy.
I don't know. I am really enjoying blogging...
But sometimes I the old mama-me, the one who did not blog and did not ever take good pictures, reappears and hangs out for a while just enjoying.
Just enjoying. Enjoying letting it happen and letting it in.
Like when my husband and I would realize that we just watched a milestone, such as a preschool performance, and didn't snap a single picture...we'd tell ourselves "well, we were in the moment, enjoying the moment with our eyes, ears, and hearts; not from behind a lens".
And as I sit here at my keyboard, now that my children are asleep and as is the custom I've developed for writing, I can make myself remember some of those blog worthy moments but I'd rather just sit here and remember them.
So here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to look at those photobooth pictures we took last Thursday night. Then I'm going to go look at my sleeping children. Probably kiss them. Smell their hair.
I'll write something else another time. I'm missing a moment now.