I decided that being in the midst of a messy-looking journey isn't a good enough reason to keep me from writing. So what if it's true that no one who saw pictures of my house or my bedrooms or my daily outfits or my hair would want to pin them? There is beauty in every season of life, even if you have to search for it long and hard. Sometimes I don't see the beauty until time has passed and I'm able to look back objectively without the worries and distractions of day-to-day life. When I do look back, I see how amazing and precious life is.
One of the biggest reasons I have to write now is that I want to capture the tenderness of these years with my little men. If I don't mark the moments that move me when they happen, there's a chance that six months later they'll be forgotten and replaced with new moments, and on and on. I don't want that to happen. I want the boys to be able to read accounts of their childhood when they're all grown and they won't let me lick their faces anymore. And if they've forgotten how treasured and especially brilliant they are, I want them to remember through my words.
|Little did they know a fuzzy red monster was secretly watching them.|