Thursday, with wonderful, long-missed friends filling our house to the brim, we slipped quietly over the last continental divide between baby and little boy in this house.
Nate hated every minute of it, obviously.
So many of you have stuck with me for so long. I started writing this blog when Quinn was six months old, four and a half years ago. I know you know. My ongoing argument with time. How I laughed all day and cried only a little. We are wonderful, long-time friends and I so appreciate the way you listen and also the way you share with me.
Life steers me away from this blog more than I would like these days. I’m expanding my writing horizons to p0.rn. I’m kidding, sort of. I did list my favorite “po.rn for women” alternatives to Fifty Shades of Grey on Mamapop this week. And now, starting Friday, (blush), I will be writing weekly for Mamalode. I’m pretty much beside myself with happiness. I adore their style and their work and their mission. I feel at home with the writing that they feature and a bit pinch-myself-happy to be considered a part of their team, honestly. Spoiler alert: I’m going to write about Nate’s birthday there. It’s probably not fair to do that and to post links and to ask you to come and read my words in a different and unfamiliar house when we have spent so many lovely afternoons sitting here at my virtual kitchen table, chatting and laughing and crying together, but I’m going to do it anyway. It’s only once a week. I’ll buy the coffee.
No, this is not some dramatic blog goodbye. Though I am left floundering and saddened that one of my favorite bloggers in the whole world retired her voice, that’s not me. I love it here even when I let it get a bit dusty. I’m just trying to say that I miss you, but I hope you’re living life like I am and loving it. I hope you had a wonderful holiday.