December 1

It’s that time of year again that the long-neglected blog gets a fresh pic every single day. Oh how we all love the December Photo Project!

Lately all the kids, but Clara especially, have been asking Jason and me to tell them funny stories about themselves when they were babies (or littler kids than they are now). Some days it’s easier than others, but when I’m distracted or especially tired, I can only remember the same handful of stories they’ve already heard. However, I’m also finding the more we comply with their requests, the more I do remember (I’ve heard this about writing a memoir–that once you start writing it down, memories come back).

I like to imagine that a few years (or months or days) from now, today’s walk will be one of the stories I’ll tell Clara about herself. I’ll remember how she rode ahead to the next mailbox or tree and came back when I called. And how she said, “Race ya!” when she knew I wasn’t ready and then giggled like a maniac as she left me in the dust. How she asked me to lift her up into the tree and then laughed when I laid down on the ground to get a picture. And especially how she told me to kiss her neck until she told me to stop but that I actually ran out of kisses before she ran out of giggles.