I have been blogging here for almost a year. Lilly was 2 months old when I began. She is 1 now. As I look back to those first posts, those early pictures, it seems like a life time ago. I am so thankful I have this record of these small people and these small things that make up our days. The victories, like potty training, or a day of good naps, the funny things they say and do, Lilly learning to roll over, and William learning to swim; these things are so important.
There are times when I allow myself to become so overwhelmed by this life, that I loose sight of how wonderful it all is. I focus on the laundry that is never finished, how toys are never put away and dream of the day when I will make a dinner that everyone likes. And it won't be cheese and crackers. How silly. How meaningless these thoughts are.
Time moves quickly. I can focus on the things that will always be there, laundry, or on the things that are fleeting, Lilly holding her brothers hands to steady herself while she walks. I know where to look. And though I might forget it, I know, I know, that these are the days.