It’s not a Wordless Wednesday today. I’m in a picture mode of cataloging all my G photos for his senior year.
SENIOR YEAR.
Also, the poor 2nd child syndrome is real. Sammie was my pal, my baby, my companion. G was Sammie’s pal and companion. I actually have so many photos of G and JUSTIN, if you can believe it. The man who is not a huge fan of photos. But I’m probably at around 3 or 4 photos for the year of just G and I.
So I’ve been jumping in lately. Knowing I want to make a video.
But this was Mother’s Day. It was a nice day.
Except I’m fixated on trying to remember/find what was done on past Mother’s Days.
Does it matter? No.
Am I scrolling through past years here in my blog? Yes. Am I trying to access my activity feed in Facebook to go deep diving from 15 years ago?
Probably for the best.
Am I tempted to go searching through my keepsake box for old cards to prove they were once real?
Don’t do it, Kristi.
Sigh.
Does it matter? It doesn’t.
Why can’t I let it go?
