Rereading
old blogs is a lot like rereading old journals.  Slightly amusing,
somewhat encouraging, very wordy.  Yet how much would we forget if it
wasn't written down.

 I have a calendar that has just about everything that has happened in
the past 6 months or so, skyped home, when Seth gave the cat a bath,
the infamous glitter fight that left traces of sparkles in my hair for
a good week.  But what about the actual memories, how we felt, what we
learned.  How many lessons do we have to relearn because we forgot the
first time?

Everything is for us as long as we are willing to give it up when asked
4/9/09. I don't deserve to be sitting in a truck leaving a dump any
more than a little girl running around in hand me down flip flops
deserves to be living there. 1/30/10  Yet without allowing for the
chance for something to go wrong, the chance for capturing a moment
gone right, whether on film or simply in ones memory, is slim. 2/27/10

I can't help but wonder what would have happened if I had regularly
reread my expectations or how I got here in the first place.  Somehow I
feel the number of blue tears in my calendar signifying days where I
found myself a child crying out for something more substantial being
quite a bit smaller had I regularly reread las razones correctas. 

"I don't want to be ashamed when I find myself on my knees from
physical and emotional exhaustion for that place of humility has been
called the proper position in which to worship and I'm not sure it
should be given up so readily" 9/20