Why I started blogging

Yesterday morning, after Kate and Julia left for school. I stood watching my other children.
Anne Marie and Charlie were finishing up their breakfast before leaving for the bus.

Henry and Nora were beginning their day of play, dress up, and making a mess. Which is what children do. At least in my house:)

And I started thinking about taking pictures of them in these candid, real life moments. The moments that made me want to start blogging in the first place.

And I realized that maybe I've lost sight of that. Instead of the family journal and online memory maker that I wished for this blog to be, it has become something else. A place for me to vent, a place for me to share more about myself. A place to be witty and clever (occasionally) and a place to feel loved by friends, family and even those previously unknown to me.

But I want to get back to why I bothered in the first place. It was so my children would have vast amounts of memories that could be associated with their pictures. And so I could brag about how awesome they are.

The rest of the things I blog about will still happen. But I just needed to refocus on how I allot my time, and what is important to me.

And they, my six cherished children and their handsome father, are the most important thing to me.