In late 2009, I discovered blogging as we were in the midst of the adoption of our son. I only looked at a handful before I found the “blogs I follow” in the sidebar and began looking at other blogs. It turned out that there was more to blogging than adoption.
At first, I didn’t realize what a niche was and fell in with crafters for awhile. They are a preciously nurturing lot, but eventually I realized I didn’t belong there.
Then, without naming names, I fell in love.
A lot of times. Close together.
Almost like that one girl in high school…
I digress.
I’ve always told myself stories in my head. I love Christian essays and stories about serial killers.
I make my friends laugh; frequently, it’s on purpose.
Our life is different. Our family looks different. God put us together differently. On purpose.
I have words, no grammar or punctuation, just words.
I have a husband, three kids, two dogs, two cats, one old house.
And words.
