Tiger In Our Tub

The other day Brinlee and I took yet another trip to the DI and Goodwill.  I frequent there looking for toys and books.  Not that Brin doesn't have more than enough to keep her entertained (seriously, her room, wow!), but you never know when you are going to find that one perfect thing.  Well this time her little eye happened upon a silly little tiger toy... not my idea of "the perfect thing", but she just had to have it.  Her eyes lit up and she started pointing and growling and as soon as I handed it to her she was complete.  It cost me 50 cents, and she loves it!  It has been drug all over this house and has set up permanent residence with her toys in our tub.

I journal quite a bit.  That is not to say that I'm fantastic at keeping up.  I play catchup... a lot.  But I keep a written journal (kind of), jot down notes on a calendar, take way too many pictures, and blog probably too often (as Tim has lovingly given me a hard time for more than once).  It takes a decent amount of time, but I find myself already forgetting things.  And I want to remember.

I want to remember Brin's sweet smile, her first steps, first words, and how she dances so cute in her tutu.
I want to remember how she makes a sweet little woof noise when you ask what a puppy says, or that she brings me book after book and climbs in my lap so I can read them for the hundredth time while she points and talks.
I want to remember that Tim brought me flowers for our anniversary.
I want to remember that I get super frustrated with work and cherish when I can just be a mom.
I want to remember how Tim makes Brin laugh, how cuddly she is when she's sleepy, or how she's so proud of herself for running fast or throwing a ball.
I want to remember us as newlyweds and brand new parents, how Tim smiles when I laugh goofy, and how Brinlee giggles when we chase her around or make animal noises.

50 years from now, I want to remember what four years of marriage felt like and what our young little family was up to, what we worried about, and what we looked forward to.

Someday, I want to remember that silly little 50 cent tiger toy in our tub.