the simple things
Coffee on a Sunday afternoon.
In my favorite Anthropologie mug.
And a quick, easy read.
Blogging, Not Blogging
Blogging feels awkward these days. Not blogging feels a bit like abandoning an old friend. In this season of life it doesn't feel necessary to jot down every cute quip (and that's only partially because they don't say nearly as many cute things). The kiddos (even that is strange - can I still call a 12 and 9 year old kiddos?) are more likely to say "don't put that on your blog!" Rory still likes the attention, but Camden is feeling the need for privacy. But they also still love to read my words. Not a week goes by that they don't pull out blog books from previous years and pore over the pictures and words. Rory giggles and retells the stories; Camden quietly takes in the tougher subjects. Here's the truth. I have less to share because life is both busy and unexciting at the same time. I cannot distinguish between what is important to remember and what will be meaningless in 20 years when Camden and Rory are grown with families of thei
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Thank you for sharing:)
God Bless,
Diane