So I take pictures, and I write, and every time we move we lug around my huge box of journals.
I always wonder about what my kids will remember. Will they remember that on Sundays, when they walked in the door, famished after church, the house smelled like warm meat falling off the bones? Will Enzo remember how when Maria says a blessing on the food she always starts with "Amen." Will they remember our light-weight chairs so un-sturdy to sit on but perfect to be picked up even by our 3 year old? Will they remember me being mean to them about how distracted they are when they eat and randomly go on the hammock for a swing with food in their mouth?
I wonder what I'll remember when my kids are adults. I bet that when a young mom tells me about how her kids act around the dinner table I'll try to think back and my only memory will be one of my children sitting down and eating their food, never misbehaving. Does that ever happen to you, where you tell someone about your kids and they look at you like you must be crazy because their kids never did that? It happens to me all the time but only with people who have adult kids but no grandkids yet.
I can't wait for them to have grandkids!
In some ways though I want to remember the crazy. I want to remember Enzo cracking up in the middle of a prayer because he thought of a funny passage in the book he's currently reading. I want to remember Maria falling off her chair because, I'm sorry, it is kinda funny. And when Christian and I live in a house free of carpet I want to remember that every night Christian vacuumed the floor under the table, and that every night he would chase the kids around with the vacuum cleaner, and I want to hear their loud, oh so loud, screams of delight.
I want to remember it all.
EASY TACO SALAD
- cafe rio chicken (1 lbs of chicken tenders in the crock-pot with 1 cup salsa and 1/2 cup brown sugar. Cook on high for 4 hours and then shread it)
- cherry tomatoes cut in half
- sour cream
- chopped green onions
Asemble. Serve. Enjoy.