The strangest thing occurred to me this morning. As you know, I've written a lot of stories in the last eight or ten years. A LOT of stories. There have been stories about my parents and about my childhood, about hubby's and my courtship in college, about our time in Indonesia and Bahrain as newlyweds, about going back to Indonesia with our young school-aged children, about searching for our dream home and about every little thing that's happened since we found it. But, what I realized this morning is that the only stage of our lives that I've never written much of anything about is my kiddo's toddler/preschool years -- the very years they probably remember the least about themselves, and would be most appreciative to hear stories about! Odd, don't you think?