I don't know about you but every day that goes by feels like it went faster than the last one. Well, most of the time. Sure, some days feel like they last forever but usually life is busy and full of work and errands and cooking and cleaning and sometimes I worry that I won't remember any of it. And I don't want to remember it in some perfect moment where my kids wore matching dresses and I actually had my hair and make-up done (OK, that would never happen anyway) - I want to remember us as we are now. Right in this moment. Me in a ponytail and my girls jumping like crazy on the trampoline. Laughing. Crying. Laughing until we are crying. I want all of it. I'm likely to remember the big stuff but these little moments, the ones in between, well I think they might just mean the most.