There are a few reasons I wanted to have a blog. One is that I like to write things down. Two, my storytelling abilities need work (though they need more work verbally than written). And three, um, I know there was another reason... oh yeah, I forget things. Writing not only preserves things to be reread, it cements events in my head.

I was reading through my old journals recently, and what struck me about them was what I DIDN'T write. I was prolific with several swear words, which was about the only way I ever rebelled as a child. I wrote about people and events without providing any background. I wrote brazenly and with strong and volatile words like 'hate'.

But I didn't write about my father.

Now, as I write here, my intent is to save moments with people. To remind myself why I love my husband (he got up at three this morning with Luke) and my friends (and I think of one of my best friends who is currently struggling with her father's imminent death) and to remember moments with my son I already want to hold onto forever (this morning I filled the sink with water and let him splash around in it).

Because it goes so fast, and I want to keep it all.