My First Post

This picture was taken in June of 2009 at Nancy Peter's farm. If I could live anywhere on earth, I think it would be Nancy Peter's farm. She has 5 acres, 3 horses, 2 cats, a cute farmhouse, some outbuildings and a dog named Marbles. But I don't think she's planning on selling anytime soon nor could we afford it. But we can dream. Left to right- Me in back, Olivia on my lap, Emily in between, Evan on Taylor's lap.

OK, I'm finally living in the 21st century and starting a blog. I have read very few other people's blogs (I'm busy enough living my own life, who has time to read about someone else's?) but I've read 1 or 2 that have inspired me. Especially NieNie's Dialogue, which you must read. I have a lot of half (or less) finished journals around the house and a lot of good intentions every year to be better about documenting my life. But today is a new day and I am finally sitting down to my computer to do what I have intended to do for some time. I called my blog "Ordinary Days" partly because one of my favorite songs right now is "Ordinary Day" by Emilie Mover, I forget, but also because that's exactly what I plan to write about, me and my family's ordinary days and the joy that I find in them.

For now, I'm going to pretend this is my private journal which only I will write and read, as therapy. So if you read, just remember you too probably have thoughts that others would raise an eyebrow at.

So what brought me to actually sitting down to do this? A few things actually. I've had this cloud hanging over me for the past few weeks..not depression...more like a longing to cling to every moment of life because it's all going by way too fast. Especially my kids. Sometimes when I can step back from the moment of "hurry this and hurry that, clean that up, etc.", like when I drop them off at school and watch them run off, I get this ache in my gut. I want to yell to them, "No, wait, come back, let's skip school and go shopping instead." But I know I can't, I have to let them go. A few days after I had Emily, Taylor was holdling her in his arms and he said, "I wish we could just stop everything else and just be her parents." Do you know the feeling? But life has a funny way of rolling on, like a train, and you try to take in as much as you can. Emily's 10 now, going on 17. I think one of the ways I can keep these moments is by blogging. I can write and I can take pictures and when I'm old I can remember. We can remember together. Taylor and I will grow old together.