I smell like someone's mom
one of my very favorite moments of 2014 (and all time) It has been nearly a year since I’ve written anything of a personal nature that I cared to publish. I’ve started several times to write something I hoped might turn into a blogpost, but it never was shareable or even finishable in most cases. They all turned into these selfish, writhing pity parties that are embarrassing to even reread myself. Blah. You’re not missing out, trust me. At the start of last year, I was so hopeful to “keep better memories.” That was my well-intentioned, silly little resolution for 2014. I had great plans of taking more pictures, writing more, keeping mementos, and teaching my kids (and me) to savor moments and seek out joy in the everyday. I bought a little divided tray, which I think I may have mentioned in one of the blogposts that actually happened last January, and intended to sort of catalog each month in that tray. I bought adorable scrapbooking paper, trimmed it down to size, wrote