This week on February 12 marks the 8th year since I have started this blog, this online journal. It is mostly filled with carefully cropped trick photography and quick notes to myself and my family so I won't forget when things happened. I share things that bring me joy, things I want to share with others. I am so tickled today at the progress of blogging and how everyone puts so much effort into their little make believe world. Most of the time, I could care less whether anyone is really reading here, because it's not for them. It's for me. I am so happy with my little online home here, and I am happy for anyone to visit. My goals are to have an open place where people can feel love and acceptance and laugh and cry, too. I love that it is my blog, so I don't have to defend myself or make excuses for my silliness or words. I can make it as plain or frilly as I want. I can post as little or as much as I want, and if you don't like it, you don't have to read it. That's the beauty of it. Go away if you want, or stay as long as you want. Fair warning, though....there's lots of hot tea and snuggling with kids and books here. There's lots of kitties and flowers and yarn and crafting here.
The good news is that there are no expectations. Come as you are, and be who you are. That's my gift to you. A little place of refuge. Hopefully a place to smile and laugh and give and get hugs. A place to see ellipses...........too many of them......in all the wrong places. And sometimes fragmented sentences. From someone who knows better.
I just have to say....you're the best, and I love you. I am glad you are here. Thanks for stopping by and come again.