Journaling

I don't know why I started a blog.  Really how this site functions for me is as a journal and as a keepsake for my kids.  And yet, when I think of sitting down and journaling with pen and paper, it doesn't happen.  Something about knowing that your words will go out where someone can read them makes a difference to me.  Not that I necessarily want anyone to read them.  It's just that someone could read them. 

I do occasionally picture my high school girlfriends reading this and it makes me feel more connected to them.  That part feels warm and fuzzy.  It makes me feel like someone's watching out for me.  Thanks, girls.  xoxo

My daughter starts Kindergarten in 3 weeks.  I feel the loss of her now almost like I did just before my son was born.  I knew that a golden period of our lives was ending.  It was bittersweet - after all, she was gaining a sibling and I was gaining a son!  But I was losing the solidarity that she and I had almost exclusively for three years.  I cried like a baby over it!  I'm not quite weeping over the transition to school-age yet, but I'm sure I will be on the first day of school.  Every cliche out there about parenting is true; "They grow up so fast!"  "You'll blink and they'll be in college!"  When did life become a Hallmark card?!

I'm leaving for a two day backpacking trip tomorrow.  It's been forever since I've been out in the woods with all that time and space and nothing to do but walk.  Ahhhhhh...