I don’t blackberry or i-Phone.

I make old fashioned lists in ink.

Often on my hand.

Things I need to remember to do, deliver or prepare. They seem important at the time I write them down.

But by the end of the day, after bathtime, bubbles, shampoo, soap and suds, horseplay, diapers, dishes and jammies, it’s hard to see what I wrote.

Let alone remember.

Because it’s faded under all the fullness of being part of this family.

And only two things remain. And I sure don’t need any list to remind me of them.

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I’ve got the milk stains on my carpet to do that.