Blogging is NONE of those things for me.
It is a total snapshot of my life.
And there are times when I have a minute that I look back on it with such fondness.
I have documented births, which I am so glad I did for their benefit.
I have written birthday cards.
I have commented on entire seasons of the Bachelor, and Bachelorette.
Hilarious things my kids do and say,
I have documented recipes,
Recipes for life.
Crafts my kids have done.
I mean, you name it, I have put it on here.
And I love it.
I think it reads somewhat like a novel.
The novel of my life.
Sometimes it is critical, important and maybe poignant information.
Sometimes it is just plumb dumb.
But I love it. And ever now and again, I click on a old post.
And boy am I glad it is there.
To remind me.
Because it is good to be reminded.
Of where you have been,
And what you
And what you have suffered,
And what you have celebrated.
And if you are on the fence about starting a blog.
You should just do it.
Because, it is great.