Once upon a time, this blog was intended to document every little special thing that happened in our lives.
And then, our lives changed. Every little thing felt like such a big thing. It *is a big thing. It’s huge, and it’s exhausting, and it’s so special there aren’t words to put to it. And yet, in the scheme of things, it seems so normal I feel like it’s nothing to write about at all.
It’s been a long time since I’ve had internet access good enough to even try blogging. Mountain life, I suppose. And life has just happened – every day, something new, something huge or something small, it just keeps happening, and I can’t find the time or the need to put it into words.
And then tonight. I sat down with Two Little Girls and we flipped through scrapbooks. The books I kept through their Little Years, telling the story of each simple day, rejoicing in the simplicity. And I realized how many special things really are happening, that I’m just not rejoicing in. The Little Things. That’s what this blog is about. It’s not about huge events. It’s not about teaching or sharing important things… it’s about writing the stories of Two Little Girls’ lives, for them to remember later, for them to know how special each day was. I don’t have to have a reason for writing stories. They are reason enough. The Little Things that make them special, in a huge world where nothing seems unique. They are special enough as they are, and it is my job as their mama to remind them of just that.
This is a beautiful life they are living. It seems so huge and significant, and yet so mundane at the same time. But it’s their life, and our life, and it’s special one. One I want to keep writing about, one I want them to remember.
So I’ll write it. Exciting or not, I’ll write the stories. The stories that today seem so mundane, but that tomorrow might seem so special to them. This isn’t for anyone but for Two Little Girls. For the days I don’t want them to forget.