I can't keep up on blogging. As much as I'd love to continue to document all of our endeavors in parenting, as much as I want to continue recording all the funny things, silly stuff my daughters do and say, lessons I've learned, I fail miserably at it.
Over and over again, I tell myself I'll blog more. I try, I fail, I try again, and I fail again.
If blogging were my full-time job, maybe things would be different. I don't generate enough traffic on these things to make that happen. Maybe my stories aren't that interesting. They matter to me, and I write these to keep records of what I can as my kids grow up, but I feel like the more I fail to write, the more I do a disservice to my kids and to myself.
My hope is that one day Evie and Izzy will stumble upon this blog and know forever and always they were loved. In spite of all of my failings as a dad, they'll know I gave it my best and that I always put their wants and needs ahead of my own. My wife wants to print these off and give them copies when they're older. Maybe we will.
I'm not deleting this, I'm just going to stop. Rather than recording memories, I'm going to dedicate more time to making them with my kids.
I suggest one thing to every parent before I go. Put down the cell phone, take a day off of work, and spend a little more time with your kids.
Goodbye.
