tucked away in our limited storage space are two very special books, one for chronicling the journey and subsequent joy of welcoming sterling into our family and the other for journaling the miracle of liberty’s life. neither one have a single word written inside of them… though they are guilt-laden reminders of my good intentions.
to prevent the strangle hold of “mommy guilt” i’ve been very intentional to capture our family’s journey and the sprouts milestones on this blog. in addition, there are two things that i do that make chronicling these memories, these moments much more doable: i record and date random tidbits of sterling’s life on scrap pieces of paper which are then collected in a single box and i make notes of liberty’s progress and milestones on a blank calendar.
now… if only i could muster the courage to fork over the money to print the volumes of books i’ve surely written (via blog) by now.