Everyone tells you motherhood goes by in a blur, and they’re right. The big milestones are memorable, but lately I’ve been savoring the little moments—the way tiny fingers reach for mine, bedtime stories said through sleepy giggles, and how my boys insist their stuffed animals join us at breakfast. These ordinary, everyday pieces of life are the ones I’m trying to hold onto the tightest.
I’ve been keeping a running note in my phone, jotting down the sweet things they say before I forget them. It’s become my favorite kind of journal—imperfect, messy, and totally filled with love. I may not always be able to freeze time, but writing it down feels like the next best thing.
