It’s 11 pm Pacific Time, so I’m making it in just under the wire. It just so happens that today is my 7th blog anniversary. Seven years since my very first post, in which I deliberately decided not to say, “Well, I’m starting a blog!”
It also just so happens that this is post number 1,000. I didn’t plan it this way, but that’s how things lined up. Inadvertently beautiful.
It was a full day, with kids visiting our house, and sunshine, and a walk to the store up the hill (with five kids in tow!), and dishwashing, and vacuuming, and dinner guests, and way too much food, and a post-supper card game that lasted two-and-a-half hours, and then bananas wrapped in rice paper and deep fried and sprinkled with cinnamon and icing sugar and drizzled with maple syrup. That kind of day. The belly-overfull and cup-overflowing kind of day.
And with a full belly and a sleepy head, I am not particularly up to being witty or eloquent. It’s just enough to acknowledge this inconsequential milestone. And to thank you for being part of the journey. I know lots of people who say they blog for themselves, and I do that, to a point. But I wouldn’t continue, because the experience wouldn’t be nearly as rich, if you weren’t here to be part of the conversation with me.
I hear my pillow calling me. I bid you all good night.