It’s strange how those moments stick louder than all the beautiful ones.
I wished I had written more down. I wished I had captured the tiny, ordinary details that made up our days, so that he and I could read back together and remember how much love and magic there really was.
I didn’t want to repeat that pattern with my daughter. I didn’t want the memories to fade and the mum guilt to take their place. I wanted a way to record the story as it unfolded, even in the chaos. I wanted both of my children to be able to look back one day and see that I was there, that they were deeply loved, and that our story was worth remembering.