A beginning

Where to start?

When I first heard about "blogs" I thought it was such a dumb thing to do... who would want to read someone's rambling diary? Then I got hooked on my husband's cousin's blog documenting his year-long trip around the world with his new wife. It took me three days to catch up to where they are currently (Thailand) and I even started dreaming about them. I have only met this man once in my life and never met his wife at all! Yet I admire them so much for what they are doing and think that keeping that blog is so amazing- not only can their family and friends keep in touch with them and live vicariously through their adventures, they will have such a great record of their lives to keep forever.

After I finished, I spent a couple of days feeling slightly jealous, more wistful than anything else, wishing that I could do some of the things they are doing, mourning my own lack of such freedom and energy. When I realized that I was doing that, I felt ashamed and guilty. If I was off exploring the world, I wouldn't have the most amazing and precious life that I do. My children, Ryan and Ashley are the spring in my step and my husband, Chris, is the reason I get up evey morning. I consider myself to be one of the most fortunate people I've ever known or imagined. So I determined to steal from someone else's brilliance and start my own blog- one that will be an adventure of my own.

I have agonized over what sort of blog this will be: a loving tribute to my children, preserving the beautiful moments that I am so priveleged to witness and encourage; a private place for myself maybe, confiding here all the things that am afraid to share with anyone, even my husband...maybe especially my husband? Or just a haphazard combination of both... take it or leave it, at least it's honest! I haven't told anyone yet about this blog; I guess I'm waiting to see what will come out once I start writing. So... I guess we'll see what happens.