I Won’t Always Remember

Let this serve as a reminder 
of the things I’ll surely forget. 
Not because I’d like to, 
but because to live is to replace old memories with new, the minutiae fades too easily. 

And it’s a shame I won’t always remember 
because that’s where life is lived, in the everyday.
The 3 a.m. feedings and changings, 
the overnight toddler tantrums in the hall, 
the conversations in the ride to school, 
in most of our nights spent just at home. 

Aidy, 
I won’t always remember how small you really were,
nestled in my arms, your smile is bright in the dark of night,
only in need of a change and a bottle and back to sleep.
You have a calmness I can only hope will last. 
Your thick, dark hair is as soft as your cheeks, 
and your eyes say so much, for all you cannot speak.

Veda, 
Our rollercoaster beauty, 
with your heartbreaking cries and innocence unmatched.
You’re fearless to fight and to feel
and underneath is the kindest love.
The kind that steals kisses without notice. 
Impossibly and dangerously adorable.
Lucky you’re on our side, 
most of the time. 

Ari,
Your mind works wonders.
An intelligence matched only by imagination. 
You navigate a world where the answers aren’t always simple, 
yet you never stop searching. 
We see our entire world in your eyes and your heart, 
as pure as your intentions. 
You’re as weird as you are funny, 
we adore you more than words.