I never imagined that I would do things perfectly, shoot, I based the beginning of a novel on how very not perfect I was. I did imagine that I would do things with intent, that I would always have the presence of mind to choose one way over another. I swore back when we first had Briar that I would forgive myself not being a scrapbooker, that I would commemorate things in my own way and, one that would not trip me up with requirements of ribbons or rubber glue. (I also swore that I would never…well, let’s just say doing is a lot different than planning, isn’t it?) I cringe a bit reading back through those old posts, but through the hiccups in…