Over the last few days I've been deleting and cleaning up files and folders on my hard drive. In doing so, I came across a couple of things I wrote about a day here or there, some of which have photos to go with them, some do not. I loved finding them. I surely would not have remembered that the girls had a name for the big sledding hill, or when Marty began a unique sideways tongue twisting thing that he does. I was swept back to those moments; so happy to have sat down to jot a paragraph or two on an ordinary tuesday.
It's those small stories that make up a life.
I'm going to do more of that writing this year. starting yesterday.
There are a couple of projects out there that are doing just this. If you haven't seen HABIT yet - go there now. Also, I mentioned Lisa's (365) mornings before, but it's her words coupled with the photos that make me feel like I'm stepping right off her (new) front porch. Especially her last few stories from this week.
It's not all going to be public, and I haven't set aside a daily commitment, but I need to do something more on a regular basis. My friend Frances has said that I live "close to my heart." I like that. I'd like more of that.