It’s funny how time keeps on going.

How I can stop writing but everything still moves  even though I’m no longer keeping a record of it.  How my kids are getting older, despite the hundreds of times I’ve hugged them and asked them to stop.

And they have done and said so many funny things in the past year and a half that would make Chris look at me and say, “And you quit blogging.”

I can’t remember any of those things.  I only remember the fact that I was NOT going to remember them.  That makes me sad.

And I decided that since I can’t make them stop growing, the least I can do is remember what it was like when they were.   Not just for me, but also for them.  Because who better to help tell your story than someone that watched and made it happen?

So ,my midgets, this is for you as much as for me… so that time wont diminish what I did with my life or yours.