We cross the river on the way to school each morning and, for a while, we were crossing pretty much right at sunrise. It was beautiful – every day. Whether the sunlight was bouncing off the water or filtering through the fog, it was beautiful. And no two days ever looked the same. We talked about leaving a little earlier in the morning so we could stop and take a picture. We talked about photographing the same spot at the same time each day for a week or a month, back when the trees were full of green leaves. But we didn’t do it. Now the leaves are dropping from branches in clumps of red, orange, and yellow, and it’s dark when we cross the river anyway, and I’m sad in the same way I’m sad when I get stupid and self-conscious and stop sharing things here.
Every now and then during the seven years I’ve been writing here, I’ve quit my blog. “I think I’m done. I’m just done,” I’d say. “I mean, what am I even doing here?”
Then Dave would pull up my archives and start reading and showing me pictures. “You’re building a time machine.”
“I guess. But who cares?”
He’d give me that look because I already knew the answer. I care. I love my blog, though I still don’t really know what I’m trying to accomplish here exactly. Maybe that’s why I don’t feel particularly successful. But I do know this: this place – My Mommy’s Place – really makes me feel good.
(This seems like a good place to show you these pictures of Lucy swinging.)
Anyway, I think that good feeling has something to do with you. So, thank you for coming here. Never stop.