I’ve been meaning to write about this for a while, inspired by other posts in the blogosphere. I’ve been blogging for almost six years now, almost a full quarter of my life. Many of you remember my first blog, my first mentions of Michael, my graduating from college, our engagement and wedding, Kate’s birth… Some of you are newer and your stories of finding us and connecting with our family are special to me, even if we don’t go “way back” like others. Some of you are real life friends who started reading to keep up with us, because it’s one way to easily do so. I blog because along the way, I have found a community in my little corner of the web. I know that this community is more than a little artificial. I know that you all only know the part of our family I want you to see. I know that real life community is vitally important. But there are days when real life feels lonely, the big box store sterile, the phone too difficult to talk into with two girls twirling about and a little bit of blog interaction reminds me of what I know already — there are people that care about us out there.
As long as you keep reading, I’ll keep blogging. It may not be every day. Real life happens, after all. But five years and ten months later, it’s a habit too hard to break. Thanks for coming along for the ride.