I’m trying to organize all of my stuff. Our house is really small and our family grows bigger by which I mean my boys are getting bigger and so do their stuff is getting bigger. I keep finding old card and old videos and pictures. They are so irresistibly beautiful of my sons when they were younger. Little note that they wrote me. Videos of them as toddlers talking to us. And although I love them with every bit of my heart in those moments I still feel that I could not believe or no at the moment just how incredibly precious they were at that particular stage of their lives. I worry that the normal stresses of life dull our senses and make us not appreciate what’s happening right now. Life can be difficult taking care of a family. I have all these crazy things that I do to keep us going. I hold our cars together, keep the hot water heater downstairs bedroom heater and kitchen stove well-fed with 20 pound and 100 pounds propane tanks. There’s always some sort of obstacle that makes it difficult. During all of this distraction I forget what I am missing. I don’t like it, it is the worst form of robbery that  could ever happen.