there are days and weeks when i forget to document our life here. i document it elsewhere - in emails, in conversations, and in cell phone pictures and videos which go straight to archive. but often, this outlet suffers. i do strive for consistency here. to maintain a solid account of our life. but it just doesn’t always happen.
there was a time [it is probably still now for some] that people took pictures and printed them and posted them in albums. my mom did so. we have six feet of albums documenting our lives year by year. my mother in law did so. we have boxes and boxes of the ostler life and albums upon albums too. but here now, i am immersed in the digital age and am thusly committed to maintaining this same level of documentation through fireproofed hard drives and an abridged version of those hard drives on this here blog.
but, well, i can say this over and over again. and then continue to post in sporatic bursts. still though, the intent is there, eh? i’m sure i’ll still find in 20 years that these posts will warm my heart with the memory of our family in its naissance.
and so, prepare yourselves, my dear 10 or so readers, and my future self, to be flooded with an unnumbered clump of posts documenting the loveliness of the past several month. they’ve been good ones, and ones i don’t want to forget.