Peter growing up.

 

Time is whizzing by, and as it does, I’m finding it hard to carve out time to capture it here.  Bother.  I’m going to get better, I really am.  For family history sake.  And for my own sanity and happiness.

Because look what happens in three years:  this tiny little thing…..grows…. into this charmer …….and then to this little cutie….and then this little undie wearing toddler……and then into this big 3 year old kid of mine!  This life is whizzing by, in a blur.  Of course I have a gazillion pictures (mostly dumb iphone ones) but I want them all collected into a place where I can pour some of myself into them.  Where I can remember stuff that a jumble of pictures on my hard drive wont recall.   So here we go blogging again….I hope. Because I don’t want to let any of the beauty of our every day slip away into all the commotion of it.  So, in an attempt to grasp more of it, I write.  In an attempt to be more deliberate I write.  Writing helps me hold on, see clearly, step away, think, see the beauty of the load.     I’ve been searching for beauty in my dreary Boston march world   (picture lots of vinyl siding, chain link fences and black crusted up snow banks).  And I’ve been finding it in two main places.  The sky.  And, in all the in-between every day stuff of children growing up and me and Jeff building a family.  It’s beauty that my iphone can’t capture.  It’s fleeting unless I sit in the moment and grasp it, plant it in my heart and somehow writing about it helps it grow roots, take hold. 

So we’re just going to see how this evolves.  It might not always hang together just right, and it might not come out always as intended (I intended this post to be more about Peter and less about me).  

So the one about peter will just come next (because I have a lot to say about Peter and the kids are going to walk in the door any moment and if I don’t click publish it just isn’t going to happen.)

Here we go.  Wish me luck.  I’m excited.