Do I think I will remember the crisp details from the day I birthed my first child until the end of my days? Of course I do. Am I aware of the way time begins to blur the crisp details of even our most important memories? Painfully so; but I suppose that’s the blessing and curse of aging. The beauty of written word is the way it allows you to step back into both the best and worst moments in history. For me, this is one of those “bests” for which I know one day down the road I’ll want to be able to bring those blurry details back into focus.
