"I'm reading the memory books," he said and continued to read. The next morning at the breakfast table he asked, "Remember when..." and proceeded to go over things he had done as a two year old. I didn't remember. I had totally forgotten something that had meant so much to me not that long ago. That's why I do this. I want to remember and I want my kids to remember. I want them to know what was going on both spoken and unspoken in their lives as they grew up. So, kids, when you read this, I loved you, I love you now, and at the risk of sounding cliche, I will always love you... no matter what.
Mommy
P.S. It was too expensive to print out more than one memory book for each year. So, since there are so many of you, all the books are to go to ______________, that kid was my favorite. (To be filled in later with bribery).
