why

Some people think I'm a bit looney to share so much on the wide open Internet.  They question my decision to endanger our privacy or place pictures and names of our children online.  I've wandered into controversial territory once in awhile and likely conveyed too many personal things at times.  But I've realized that I'm comfortable here, in front of everyone and no one in particular.  I have grown to love this blog and look at it as the true essence of me, on the proverbial page.  For the world to see, yes, but more importantly, for my kids to know.

This collection of words now nearly five years in length is among a short list of my most prized possessions.  (How ironic that one of my most prized possessions is virtual!)  A list of celebrations and stories of our good and bad, some so small or seemingly insignificant that they may have been forever lost if not captured here.  I read through its history from time to time and remember cherished moments, hilarious infractions and unbelievable comments my children have made.  I see the faces of those I love the most growing, moving through their unique life experiences.  I feel how the earlier days of motherhood left me completely physically exhausted and see how it's now more of a physical and emotional consumption.  I witness how we're all changing, evolving together and on our own.  How we all continue to try to find the good in every day, to become wiser.  And better.

I am forever grateful for the inspiration I felt in 2007 to begin this adventure of chronicling our days.  It is, to me, the best baby book of all time (the three that belong to our children have barely anything written since 2007), among the best decisions I've made and hopefully, a lifeline to all that we were, are and will be.  Even if I live to be 100 someday, but lose my ability to tell these stories, I love that they've been told.  I love that they'll be able to be read.  And felt.

Good and bad, this is our true story.

I'm sure that someday, our descendants might not be so interested, and that the Internet will have morphed into some other type of thing.  But for now, I'll continue to remember, to retell, to relish this life of ours.  All-consuming and challenging as it may be, I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.