Violet had her 8 week check up.
Being there reminded me that Poppy will soon be heading in for her 2 year check up. And that Miss Poppy, she was spicy as usual. The doctor made the mistake of leaving the door cracked open about 8 inches. Well, she eyed the doctor, she eyed David, and realizing they were both distracted in conversation, bolted towards the door. She made it about halfway down the loooong hall before a nurse jumped out in linebacker stance to grab her. All of this reminded me of an experience in a doctors office with another 2 year old firecracker I used to have. I started to tell Dave the story and I was like, wait, wait, I think I wrote a blog post about it! Pulled it up on my phone and we laughed like crazy.
Here's the wild thing though. I remembered the gist of it, but I couldn't recall any of the details from 5 years ago (like what the doctor said, what she said) and those were the best parts!
It made me realize, whether it's blogging, or some other format...I've got to keep writing it down. That was only 5 years ago, but everything fades so fast. It's worth the time it takes.
Last week I read an article by Michael Gerson about parenting, in it he said,
"Parenthood offers many lessons in patience and sacrifice. But ultimately, it is a lesson in humility. The very best thing about your life is a short stage in someone else's story. And it is enough."
I hope some day David and I are really old together, and we pull out these memories and laugh and say super cliche things like those were the best. years. of. our. lives.
Because, I think they are.