with kids every day is a memory. it can be a good memory or a bad memory, regardless its origin every day is memory.
schedules, routines, the busyness of the life can make the days run into each other and cause us to forget the special or minute moments of the day. and it is in those smallest of moments which hold the most precious of memories. it is those moments of which I do not want to forget.
I want to remember...
...the morning that Reagan buried Sawyer is mound of toys and he smiled in glee.
...the endless typing of the Shane's typewriter.
...the other night when I just cradled Reagan in my arms because she just needed to feel loved.
...the simplicity and excitement of dinner picnics on the living room floor.
...how time just seems to pause when we're all outside playing and having fun.
...the sound of laughter when one crazy kid is chasing another in the hallway.
...how excited Sawyer gets when I tell him it's time for oils.
...how Reagan will do almost anything for a gummy bear and then take hours to eat the said gummy bear.
...the type written notes that Shane leaves on my desk asking if he can watch a movie in his room.
...how on New Year's Ever we all squeezed into the car, covered in blankets to drive around and see the Christmas lights.
...how on a bad day we dropped everything and went get some much needed froyo.