I think it’s sometimes hard to have a blogger for a spouse. We’re tempted to think about family events in terms of blog entries instead of just experiencing them.
We’re driving down a country road, and the moon hangs low and buttery yellow in the deep black of night. “Pull off the road!” I cry. “I want to photograph it!”
He pulls off into the dirt of a farm, and I roll down the window to try to capture the moon.
You can’t do it; the moon never photographs well, at least with the kind of camera I have. I look out at that moon and wish I had a record. I wish I had the film to prove it, to share it.
He holds my hand and says, “Some things are just for now.”
Some things, I learn, you don’t need to always blog about. You don’t need to capture them at all. They are just for now.
If you’re a blogger, do you find that you start evaluating your day based on what would make a good blog instead of just living it?