The blogging may not be continual on paper, or rather on the computer, from day to day.
But my mind has not stopped writing.
It has not stopped observing our son.
My mind is trying to remember every thing he has done. What he does now.
My heart is gathering his laughs, and smiles, and loving hugs and pats on the back. The expression in his eyes when he talks.
It is holding on to all the waves he still gives when he sees me.
My mind has recorded his step from childhood to adulthood.
My mind has been collecting memories. My heart has been storing love.