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