This week I decided to commence another 365 project. Of course, I’ve already been taking photos everyday (I haven’t stopped since this project begun at the beginning of 2013) but, more than anything, I miss writing the little notes to accompany the pictures. I now realise the value of these memories. I recorded them with the idea that I would look back fondly on them one day, when I’m old and grey and going senile. What I hadn’t counted on was that these notes would already be of such tremendous value to me. I have already forgotten a lot of what happened last year. Of course, I remember the big things (like, for instance, giving birth) but it’s the little things that would have otherwise slipped by that are now so dear to me. Things that didn’t seem hugely important at the time. Even the not-so-great moments.