One year ago today

I published my very first blog post. The topic? You can read about it for yourself at the end of this post. First I have to give a shout out to MCK Mama, who was my blogging teacher and mentor (still is) and has become my dearest friend. I couldn't imagine not having all the memories that I've recorded at my old blogspot and though the 50 posts from this year are still fresh in my memory, those too will fade with time. In my free time I play around with the layout of my blurb book that puts my posts (including pictures) in print. My goal is to have a stack of personalized books that record my family's history, our quirks, our struggles, our triumphs, and most of all our love.
The icing on the cake for my first blogg-iversary would be to hear from you, the friends and strangers out there who have offered encouragement, ideas, and prayers for me and my family.
I would be forever grateful and for fun - when you leave a comment would you mention how our paths first crossed? It would make my day and my 31st birthday.

As promised, here is my very first post:

I turn thirty tomorrow. No big deal. Or is it? I haven't had time to think about it. In fact I haven't had much time to think at all lately. My days are filled with diaper changes, feedings, naps, hugs, kisses, stories, drool, and laughter. I am hopeful that this blog will give me a chance to collect my thoughts and reflect on my life as a mother, wife, friend, daughter, sister, and in-home daycare provider.

Honestly the three new gray hairs I found (that makes a grand total of four) are more tramatizing than the date on the calendar.

There is a picture of me taken in college hanging by my commuter. I don't even know who that girl is anymore. I'm all dressed up. My hair is done. I had make up on and I was ready for an evening at the ballet in Buenas Aires. I look at that girl and think, I didn't even have a clue! My life is so much richer ten years later. At that point I was 1 1/2 years away from meeting the man of my dreams, 7 years from bringing my son into the world, and it would be 9 years before I looked into the eyes of my precious baby girl.

So here I am - about to turn 30. Forget the gray hairs. I'm too busy enjoying my children and husband to care.