Blogging has been the new black, the new thin, for years. I missed the memo. I could never appreciate blogging: it seemed narcissistic to spew words onto a screen and expect strangers to read them. And some of the things I wanted to write were not fit for the consumption of even the people who know me best.
What changed? Having a child, a daughter, long waited- and tried-for - Leah Maire. And I know that sounds cliche, but that doesn't make it any less true. Wanting to share things. Hoping to chronicle our first weeks and months together as a family, doing every day, stupid things that we take for granted. Keeping a record. And most of all, not wanting to forget a single moment.
Now I'm excited. A whole blank page, waiting for us to fill it. I can't wait to see how these pages unfold... from the really big, amazing things, to the really small, amazing things.
Like these things:
What changed? Having a child, a daughter, long waited- and tried-for - Leah Maire. And I know that sounds cliche, but that doesn't make it any less true. Wanting to share things. Hoping to chronicle our first weeks and months together as a family, doing every day, stupid things that we take for granted. Keeping a record. And most of all, not wanting to forget a single moment.
Now I'm excited. A whole blank page, waiting for us to fill it. I can't wait to see how these pages unfold... from the really big, amazing things, to the really small, amazing things.
Like these things:
And this...
... And these two?
Oh, they melt me every time.
