My Grandma sent me a Christmas card, like she does every year.
My Grandma sent me a card with a gorgeous front illustration and a merry greeting.
My Grandma sent me a card with a handwritten message. I love seeing her handwriting, it takes me back to so many years ago.
My Grandma sent me a card with a handwritten message that rang true for me.
It read "I miss your blogs."
Simple message, big meaning.
I miss my blog, too, Grandma.
I miss thinking through life's everyday moments and finding reasons to celebrate.
I miss connecting with family members from afar.
I miss having a voice in a conversation that tends to speed by without any care for my thoughts on the matter.
I miss being able to look back at memories made over the last year, when I just want things to *slow the heck down!*
Grandma, you were right. I miss my blogs too.
Many of my yearly goals, (chronicled here, ironically enough,) have been about blogging and maintaining that habit. It was until shortly after Luke's birth, when we were faced with the shockingly hard decision to come back, that I lost my will to write. I won't whine about it (again,) here but I will say that was the hardest thing we've ever done.
My goal for 2018 is to regularly write here. I'm willing to work with a more flexible goal and not put a number on it, but as a minimum, I will aim for at least once a week.
So, Grandma, this one is for you. And a little for me, too. And also for my other family and friends. And also for my children.
So maybe it's for us.
For all of us!
My Grandma sent me a card with a gorgeous front illustration and a merry greeting.
My Grandma sent me a card with a handwritten message. I love seeing her handwriting, it takes me back to so many years ago.
My Grandma sent me a card with a handwritten message that rang true for me.
It read "I miss your blogs."
Simple message, big meaning.
I miss my blog, too, Grandma.
I miss thinking through life's everyday moments and finding reasons to celebrate.
I miss connecting with family members from afar.
I miss having a voice in a conversation that tends to speed by without any care for my thoughts on the matter.
I miss being able to look back at memories made over the last year, when I just want things to *slow the heck down!*
Grandma, you were right. I miss my blogs too.
Many of my yearly goals, (chronicled here, ironically enough,) have been about blogging and maintaining that habit. It was until shortly after Luke's birth, when we were faced with the shockingly hard decision to come back, that I lost my will to write. I won't whine about it (again,) here but I will say that was the hardest thing we've ever done.
My goal for 2018 is to regularly write here. I'm willing to work with a more flexible goal and not put a number on it, but as a minimum, I will aim for at least once a week.
So, Grandma, this one is for you. And a little for me, too. And also for my other family and friends. And also for my children.
So maybe it's for us.
For all of us!
1 comment:
I fully support this 2018 goal. 😊
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