Most of my days are like this one.
I rarely write about them.
But I know I want to remember them.
I will miss this routine one day.
Like morning music with my Kindergartner.
I want to remember the way sweet Vidal always saves her place marker under the piano.
And excitedly sets it down next to his when we walk in the room.
I want to remember Teacher Karen's passion for teaching beautiful sounds to deaf children.
I want to remember the few minutes I take most mornings parked in the Starbucks parking lot.
Catching up on emails.
Reading blogs I love.
Texting and/or chatting with friends.
I want to remember Hope's first Marrieds group.
And all the little, behind-the-scenes church details I know I'll soon forget.
Or may no longer be responsible for.
I want to remember her minimum day, pick-up smile.
And her school stories.
Today a caterpillar escaped the class terrarium and tried to spin a cocoon in McKayla's desk.
Ms. Schlecht saved the day, scooping it up with a Post-It note.
The piles and piles.
And piles of laundry.
I want to remember.
I want to remember the fact that Ashlyn is insisting we name her little sister Taffeta.
And her scowl when I tell her no.
And that she takes her pants off when it gets hot outside.
I want to remember the joy I felt when we our very first baby gift arrived for our littlest baby girl.
By friends that know us well.
And love us better.
I want to remember tonight's dinner out.
And playing Go Fish with sugar packets.
While another read her animal encyclopedia.
And the fact that Wreck-It Ralph joined us.
I want to remember the way she reads.
Her fingers tracing every word.
I know that soon this will change.
And she'll read faster.
Life moves so quickly.
Even the slow days.
And I want to remember.