I really enjoy blogging. Each night as I sit down to record the days events, I imagine Ava and Jack, years from now, reading this with these pictures and my words to back up their sketchy memories; a historical record of our life. And I have my own selfish reasons... an unmistakable feeling, I will one day look back on these times when my babies are babies - exhausting and innocent and full of wonder, easy to laugh and cry, as the best days of my life. These entries will have to console me when the time comes that there is no tiny neck to bury my nose in, or baby to hold, heavy and warm in my arms.
Which brings me to the fact that I have hundreds of pictures near and dear to my heart, taken before The Blog. Pictures I would like recorded here, in my 'journal'. So, from time to time, when there is no extremely poignant event in our day to document, like a tree falling or crochet progress or really big bubble making, I will post a pic from the archives.
So, I sat down tonight and opened a random picture folder to find one of these precious memories and low and behold - these were the first ones I saw.
I remember the day. May 15, 2003, two day's before her first birthday. Ava's uncharacteristically happy mood and clean clothes prompted a little impromptu photo shoot. Here are the pictures from that day -in chronological order.


Memories, yes, precious indeed.