Procrastination

I really should, I know. I ought to. And I am getting myself motivated to sort of somehow consider maybe one day blogging again ... then I tell myself I shouldn't have to force myself, even though the "somehow considering" could hardly be thought of as forcing.

However, I am realising that it is not just me who loves pictures of my children, or the endless stories about them. Like the fact that Samuel has worn his Winnie the Pooh costume for three days straight, including Sunday at church. It was one of those proud moments of motherhood!

And I know that the small people that I somehow get to share every day with will one day appreciate it, or at leat I hope they will.

So while I am not making any promises, I will at least try harder. And that is a promise!