To Write the Wrights

The other night Anna needed some photos for a school assignment.  We pulled up this blog and started looking around.  Pretty soon everyone home at that time was gathered around the computer laughing and reminiscing as we looked at all the old photos and videos and read the funny things the kids had said.  I suddenly knew I had let something precious go.  When I started blogging, I fell in love immediately.  I knew I had found the perfect medium for my wordy, non-scrap booking self.  The bonus of blogging was that it was interactive.  I loved reading the comments and commenting on their blogs and feeling connected.   Eventually the interactiveness stopped.  The novelty wore off, and people got too busy to read about our less than exciting day to day lives and thoughts.  I knew it was still important to do, but I stopped.  I got busy, I got distracted.  I got Instagram.  The newest even easier way to connect and interact.  I love Instagram, but I miss writing and recording the lives of the Wright Family.

As I read through my old posts I had a pang of envy.  I envied my blogging self.   Blogging self had essentially the same life as current self does; but when I recorded our lives it gave me the chance to stand back and observe it.  Writing about the day let me right the day.  I could put things in perspective and order and see things I had totally missed when I had lived it the first time.  The last few years have gone by in a blur, an unrecorded blur.  I don't want anymore blurs -- I want memories, thoughts, feelings, photos, videos.  Anna is 15, she could move away to school in 2 and 1/2 years.  I want to live and re-live every minute we have with Anna, Abigail, Nathan, Benjamin, And Joshua.  I'm back.