We should have posted long ago. The truth is, life happens, and then we think, 'Oh, I should have shared this with someone." But then life continues to tick-tock on, and nothing was ever written down. So, I am giving up on the perfect verbiage, and am going to do just that... write things down.

Our memories are all we have, really, because in the end the stuff, pictures, and things will not last and are just things anyway, and will never encapsulate the truth of our lives.  Our children grow so quickly that it is impossible for us to even capture a part of it.  Baby books, even when I did keep up with them (with our first, for about a month) could never show my daughter what she was like as an infant.  It could not tell her what she smelled like, or describe the softness of her skin or could it show her dearly I and her father loved her then.  She may be able to remember, however, the love she felt from us, when we hold her in our arms now, because it may feel the same to her.  She knows what the closeness of her mother and father feels like by the way we continually love her, and then she may remember what it was like when she was new.   These are the things I want to jog in my memory... and these are the kinds of things I want to try and describe as we remember ...of what God is doing in us at this season of our lives.  If only to remember, in times when we tend to forget, that God worked out a miracle, HE showed Himself to us in a way that was just for us... and the people who were around us that experienced it with us, because He still is holding us in his arms, loving His children as He always has done....

and the story goes on...