I keep a large glass jar on my desk that I fill with notes about Tyler.
There are notes about things that have happened to him...like his elbow being pulled out of his socket
There are notes about reaching milestones...like finally saying "mama"
There are notes about funny things that Tyler says or does...like how he started to lick his finger to turn the pages in a book
There are notes about everyday life...things I never want to forget, but know will work their way deep into my memory and will someday be hard to recall.
There is something, too, about a handwritten note. I hope that after I am gone Tyler and his family will enjoy reading about him as a child, will catch a glimpse of him through my eyes from little notes written by hand.
There are notes about things that have happened to him...like his elbow being pulled out of his socket
There are notes about reaching milestones...like finally saying "mama"
There are notes about funny things that Tyler says or does...like how he started to lick his finger to turn the pages in a book
There are notes about everyday life...things I never want to forget, but know will work their way deep into my memory and will someday be hard to recall.
There is something, too, about a handwritten note. I hope that after I am gone Tyler and his family will enjoy reading about him as a child, will catch a glimpse of him through my eyes from little notes written by hand.
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