So I was randomly reviewing my Facebook settings and saw the link to this blog. I clicked on it with a combo of interest, guilt, and embarrassment. I remembered that at some point a few years ago I accidentally deleted all the pictures associated with anything posted. I couldn't remember how long it had been since I simply fell off the blogging bandwagon- and seeing how long it had been made it worse. But I started reading, and just as I predicted in my very first post I was delighted by the memories and stories recorded for me to come back and find. I spent a good chunk of time last night catching up on myself from 8-9 years ago, and it was a pretty good time. I sound young to my self, yet exactly me. I think it is that same feeling I have ( and I bet you do too) that wondering- when I am going to feel like a grown-up? I can see from reading that I am older now, but still exactly the person who wrote those posts.
No way am I going to keep up with this- my track record speaks for itself. But I might remember to visit for a while and record some new memories that I can stumble upon in another decade and enjoy again. My Ben needs some attention here; maybe work should make an appearance; Will is so big now, and of course more baking. I have lost and gained people in my life. The world has become stranger, and yet also the same.
Like visiting an old friend that I really enjoy but can't know when I will see again- instantly connected, perfectly comfortable, and happy to spend whatever time we have together with no guarantee when the next time will come.
