Monday, January 7

my nephew left us a galaxy

my nephew left us a galaxy



Little visitors to our house often leave magnificent drawings on the chalkboard wall. After a while, I wipe them off and soon the next one appears.


It's always sad to wipe them off. Life is so ephemeral. Each moment might be the last of its kind with Cedar changing so much and Tim and I changing along with him. I always used to keep journals and letters as if by chronicling my life I could keep ahold of it, but there is no keeping ahold. If I concentrate too much on what has passed I miss what is happening right then. I write a little when I think of it, take lots of photos, but mostly just live it and watch others around me to constantly tweak how to live it more my way each day.

xo Brooke





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