This little blog is my personal journal. I write it for my kids – to document our lives, and for my friends and family – it’s just a blog like my blogs have always been since before most people even knew what a blog was, and it is my personal journal. Sometimes my head is so full and the only thing that settles it is to get it out in this space.
Last night I wrote a blog that I had no desire to write. I didn’t proofread it. I didn’t try to make it pretty. It reads terribly, and I am likely the only person who can hear my voice through it. But I had to write it – it was the only means to rest.
Sometimes that happens here.
For the most part I am an open person, and I invite you to know me better through all of my posts. But, I just ask for a bit of grace when my heart leaks out and doesn’t make much sense. I know my post about my grandmother is very poorly written. It’s okay – I only wrote it for me and for her.
I miss her.