To Remember

They fade away so quickly. What once put a smile to my face, or a flutter in my heart is no longer even a memory. I can't recall what they said, or the face they made, or the real reason I laughed..or yelled, or cried. But they are so worth remembering. And I feel bad that I forgot, and like a piece of me is missing. I mean, there are things that I will never forget, and things that we will never forget. However, in three and a half years so much has already dissolved, that I can't afford to let anything else go. I started to write things down on my scratch paper at work. Sitting at my desk in my grey cubical I would think of things that I would tell them as they aged, things that I would write to them in their scrapbooks, and best of all the funny things they said and did. Then I lost them. The pieces of scratch paper; tear stained scratch paper. With the memories that I really wanted to remember, what I wanted them to know about eachother and about themselves, and what I wanted them to know about my love for them. I am great at drafting ideas in my head, and less fortunate when it comes to putting them on paper. So the time is now. To hunker down, and even when I'm {tucker}ed out; it's time to write it down, and remember, and enjoy my children forever. To relfect on what it is that makes me so proud to have two very different, blonde haired, green eyed, left handed, sweet hearted, mommy loving boys. They are worth not only talking the talk, but walking the walk. Scratch paper wasn't working, so I'm going to give this my best shot. I'm going to remember, and they are going to know who they are, and their journey getting there. Because it's all going to be right here. The memories are all going to be right here.