Over the past several weeks I wasn't sure I wanted to keep up with blogging. It started with getting involved in a Christmas program at church. We were gone all day every Saturday. Which I realize is lame, but it was a lot for me. I was tired. Breeley still isn't sleeping through the night consistently. Yada, yada, yada.
I would hate to let go of the wonderful women I've found in this blogging community. I love reading tidbits of my friend's lives that I would miss otherwise, but I was trying to decide if I really had time for it.
Then I looked back to see when I started this little blog. And then I got caught up in reading a few of the old posts. And the memories, the silly things, the heartache of losing Mom B., the daily life were all there. Captured in imperfect English - my poor Papaw did his best. :) But there. Held in place not flitting through my memory to be lost all too soon.
For me, blogging is the answer to my children's blank baby books. In this crazy place I've been challenged and am slowly growing my photography skills. Through writing and reading I am growing in my faith. It's fun to know a few family members who we don't see all that often can keep up with us.
It isn't anything big. It certainly isn't anything profound. But it works.
It is a complete and wonderful surprise blessing to have met so many other wonderful moms and women along the way. So get ready for some proud mom moments. Some crazy day recaps. Some stretching of my faith. I'm so glad you've joined me for the ride.