Sometimes I have to remember the reason that I started this blog in the first place. To have a place to jot down the things that make me laugh, cry, light up, ache, and melt each day with my family. To remember. So I will never forget, because sheesh, these kids are growing up fast. Sometimes I have to remind myself that I am not a "writer". I ramble. I have poor grammar. I make up words. I sometimes try too hard to be funny. I am not going to be "impressing" anyone with my writing, so I just need to write and not think so much. Sometimes I have to forget that other people read this blog. It shouldn't matter. I am not looking for praise or critiques. I know my posts are usually too long. I know I "could've, should've..." but that's not why I'm here. I'm here so I don't forget. I'm here because I love going back and reading what happened last month/last week/yesterday. I need to remember that. Because when I start thinking about impressing anyone or stressing about being funny or having engaging, fascinating, stimulating, creative stuff to write about, or hoping to get more than 5 comments ... I come up blank. Because not every day something funny happens. Because not every day I am in the mood to share what made me cry. Because some days, I just feel like writing about the silly thing Hannah or Luke did so that I don't forget.