Forget me not.

I have had a few epiphanies lately. The first being that I have the worst memory e.v.e.r. Just ask my husband. Or any of my close friends. They will all look at me, and say "Remember when...?" And 90% of the time, I just don't remember. I come by it honestly. Its not like I want to forget. Its just one of my few flaws. Ok, fine, my many flaws.

I just hate that I am going to forget all these memories that are created every single day. I want to remember. I want to be able to tell my children stories of themselves. I want to reminiscences with JR when we are old and grey about the struggles, joys, heartache, love, laughter, and pain we experienced. I want to remember how I felt, how things smelled, how things looked. I don't want to leave it up to some brain, that is incapable of remembering what I ate for breakfast, to clearly remember and retell events that are so significant.

So this, dear blog, is why I have pulled you out of the bookmark that I threw you in a year and a half ago, and decided to dust you off and start writing, ahem, typing out my memories, my life, so that I don't forget.

You know, life is too short. We aren't guaranteed tomorrow. And I know, I know that it would crush me if something, God forbid, happened to any of my beloved, and I struggled to remember certain things about them. Hopefully you, dear blog, will help alleviate some of that burden.

I am not sure that I will make this public yet. I want to get comfortable in my space. I want to find my groove. I want to write for me, for my family, first and foremost. I don't want the added stress of writing to readers, yet anyway. So, for now, it is just me and this blog. Let the memories roll baby!