What if I just kept a journal, somewhat, from time to time. Maybe that would liven this place up again. I don’t know.
There are birthdays gone missing. She turned five. M turned three. He turned two. There were parties and photos and cake and tears. All undocumented.
We bought a house. We are doing things to it, at least on the outside. There are gardens and chickens and a working furniture studio. My grandfathers garden tools hang on recycled redwood on the outside of the shop. It didn’t take long to make, but I like the way it looks.
Three camping excursions. A trip to Minnesota. A wedding. Eleven thousand cavities.
All of this is missing from the record that I like to keep here.
The funny thing about it is, at some point in the near future, I know I will actually go back through our photos and record some of these events. I will even time stamp them back to when they should have been posted. So in five years, or ten years, or whenever, it will be like they were never even missed.
Truth is, I haven’t had time.