Years have passed and I find myself interested in writing, but yet I don’t know about what.  I could rant about the never ending adventures of motherhood or the “joys” of pregnancy, but really is it going to be any different than the many other logs containing the same information?  I guess I could just write about how life seems to be passing me by faster and faster.  It seems as my daughter grows up I feel older.  I love that she is growing and becoming more beautiful, but it only makes me sad to ponder in the truths shared by many other parents whose children have grown into adulthood.  Time does fly by, and soon your baby isn’t your baby anymore.  I don’t know if it’s the pregnancy talking, but I tend to shed tears here and there whenever I think my children are going to grow up and all the mini memories that I capture about their certain personality or cute gestures will only become a memory.  I love the faces my little girlie makes, and the intelligent come backs from my four year old.  I remember when my oldest was only a baby and how much tape I wasted on the video camera watching her breathe.  I guess time creeps up on you and age does too..which I am fine with..it’s the way it’s supposed to be.  I think it’s just more  difficult to think that my children  will have to take on this life as I did and learn all the wonderful and awful things this life has to offer.  I know I made it so it gives me a sense of comfort, but I still revert to the motherly instinct inside that wants to hide my babies from everything.  LIFE..there are so many memories…but they all fly by.  It seems like all my major achievements were merely hurdles and have gone by so quickly except when they were  actually  happening.