With only a few exceptions, I did it. I managed to post [almost!] every day for a month. Lots of photos, lots of anecdotal bits, a few thoughts I’m glad I caught before they flitted away — but mostly, the renewed discipline of thinking, recalling, enjoying, meditating, and just pausing.

For instance, because I’m posting more, I’m keeping my flickr account updated. And because I’m doing that regularly, I end up taking more pictures. And photos are just a way for me to see what I may otherwise miss.

Like yesterday:

Jameson, who was completely wrapped up in his coloring…

…William, who woke well before 6 and then found the day a bit hard to bear…

…and Beatrice, who has clocked twice as many hours in her basket as both boys combined. So sweet.