Why I love my blog...

Sometimes I get a little bit tired of blogging. It's true.

Hard to believe, huh?

But then, some days I feel like time is slipping through my fingers. The kiddos are in bed, sleeping peacefully, quietly, and I am left alone with my thoughts *shudder*.

I think about these crazy kiddos a year ago, two years ago. And I become afraid that they are just plain growing too fast. My mind leaps ahead to teenage years, and I just get scared.

Then I hop onto this good ole blog of mine, look up the archives, and find gems like this:

And for a few minutes, I get to relive the past. I remember the smell of the evening grass, the way my arms felt with chunky-monkey Porter snuggled in them, how much Adi hated having her picture taken, and just how very much Pipes loved kissing her baby brother.

And then I am very, very grateful for this little online journal of mine.