Posted November 03, 2010 by
Sometimes I think about how Veronica is never going to remember anything that has happened in her life so far. All these past seventeen months, and even more to come, will be forgotten.
Sure, every moment of them will have an enormous impact on who she is, but the details of it all will remain in the dark. She'll never remember this apartment, or our lovely little neighborhood. She won't remember all the mom groups I've dragged her to, or her best friend Ezra. She won't remember her first Christmas, or the trip we took to New Orleans when she was 8 months old.
She won't remember the baths her daddy gives her each night, or the books we read to her before bed. She won't remember Greg's green Honda (because, god-willing, we will have a new car by the time she is 2). She won't remember how young Greg and I looked when she was born, and she won't remember how every morning when she wakes up, Greg brings her into bed with us and we all cuddle until it's time to get up.
She won't remember the funny animal sounds she makes, or her adorable little rain boots with butterflies on them. She won't remember the weekend she spent in Ohio with her grandparents, or her first time trick-or-treating. And lastly, she won't remember one of my favorite past-times, her attached to my hip, while I prepare a meal.
So I made a video.