Stacking Wood

I used to have an impeccable memory. There was a time when I felt I could remember everything, about every moment of my life. I think the feeling peaked somewhere around 25-26. Since then, I've noticed things aren't as fresh as they used to be. It's probably a combination of age and too much partying when I was younger. Of course, the irony in this is that my most prolific periods of writing came when I was much younger.

Halfway through college I began keeping a journal and was diligent about it. I probably have at least two solid journals of hand-written entires. Sometime around 2001 I remember being faced with the dilemma of whether or not I should begin to move my writing to the web or continuing along the handwritten path. Today, my record-keeping is almost exclusively online. But, the appeal of the handwritten journal still touches me from time to time. And tonight was illustrative of this.

I was outside stacking a cord of wood in the show with Nate. He's at that wonderful age where is Dad is a god and he wants to everything I do. Watching him fill his wagon with wood as the snow fell all around him was one of those moments that twang my heartstrings just so. It goes without saying that the cuteness of an almost three year old hits you everyday, but sometimes there are moments when you see him do something and your heart feels like its going to explode. Watching him drag that heavy wagon back and forth from the driveway to the backyard was one of them and it got me thinking that maybe I need to start keeping a written journal just for him. I know Tracy does it. But, I think I need to follow suit.

I found my self just watching the pure unadulterated joy that came from him helping Daddy and my heart melted. I love watching the joy in his face. It reminded me of the first time we took him to the circus and he was just in awe...the first time I ever seen him really "get" something and take pure pleasure in it. I need to start writing this stuff down. For him to look back on someday, but moreso, so I can always remember the cute and adorable innocence that is my son.