I am glad that I went through and took a closer look before I let you go.
There are many missing pieces in the "stories" that these pictures tell, but I am glad that they are here. I am glad that there is something to share, and to hold onto.
Sometimes... I picture my kids grown up and moved away, far into their adult lives, pulling up this blog on a lonely evening and reading through their childhood and feel like it takes them home and back into my arms.
Maybe I will be the one pulling it up, when I am missing them.
It is amazing the memories one photo can hold. For example, that pink rose is not just some random rose. It is a wild rose that grew on our property, bloomed in October, and was picked by husband for me on our anniversary this year.
Document the little things my friends. The tiny little ordinary things.
Especially when you are keeping them just for yourself.