I've missed my blog

I remember the days that I would get up each day and blog. I remember the time the hubs banned me from blogging until the taxes were done. There was something so cathartic about blogging. It gave me an outlet, I could say what I wanted to say. I think I gave it up because I felt like no one cared, no one was reading, my words were not being heard.

The other day I was thinking about my memories of my childhood and how differently I remember them than my mom or my sister remembers them. I wonder if that will be the same for my kids? Already my kids remember things that have totally slipped my mind, little details of their lives so important for them to hold onto yet so unimportant for me to remember.

My kids are growing so quickly. Two years and I'll be sending my oldest on his mission. Two, short years. Then what? He will have flown the nest and slowly they all will start to leave. What are the things I want to remember? What are the things I want to hold onto? Time is so precious. Once a moment is over it's gone. Only the memory remains and these are the things I want to hold onto.