This morning was quiet and still. We didn't rush around the house cleaning. We sat in the kitchen and I fed William mushy, leopard-print bananas from a coffee cup. He ate almost 2 tablespoons! My big boy.
There was nothing special about today. When I am 30, or 50, or 80, will I remember what it was like to sit at the kitchen table in our first house and feed mashed bananas to my first baby? If I see this photo, will I remember it was taken during the week of Christmas, but it was hot outside, so he wore pale blue and beige john-johns and a white onesie? Socks that he has actually just outgrown, but they were his first socks and so I can't make myself pack them away yet. That the ladder is just outside the kitchen windows because I meant to clean the windows last weekend, but I never quite got around to it?
Maybe I will be able to pull up this blog post and remember.