Is it just me?

About Shirley

Remembering important dates and life’s major milestones is not enough for me. I want to remember messy faces, summer splashing, snowball fights, and that first bike ride. I want to remember what it felt like to kiss a boo boo, nourish a growing body, play make believe in the backyard, and sing a gentle lullaby to a tired baby. I want my precious babies to someday read how I experienced their childhood. How I craved their hugs, their smiles, the sound of their voices, and the smell of their hair. I want them to know how they changed my world, how they helped make me a better person, a more patient woman, a more caring human being. My life, our life, is here in words and pictures, for you to read and for me remember. [Read More …]