i don't want be a blogger

I started this blog to let my out of state family see pictures of the kids.

I quickly found amusement and satisfaction in chronicling the story of my little family; writing has always been a love of mine and I felt like I was actually one of those cool scrapbooking girls like my sister in law Marlys.

Then it became sort of a lifeline, a way to preserve memories and know my son's life was not in vain, that his story wouldn't be forgotten, an outpouring of hope and horror and grief and the grace of God.

And you read.

I am humbled by each one who chooses to use their precious moments to read what is written here.

Obviously most bloggers hope that people read, hope that they touch lives and hope that people read their story.  There is a temptation to "go big," to link up and to track back; {are those the right terms?!} to advertise and join networks to gain attention and followers.

I just want to say that's not what we're about. 

If one person reads and learns that life is precious,

If one woman reads and thinks maybe I could bring my heart home,

If one friend can say . . . I know this girl. . . her baby died too, and she is still alive. . .

If one grieving couple can see. . . we're still fighting to hang on and stay together and walk this road of grief as one,

If one soul finds a God Who is still a loving Father, even in the fire,

If you close your laptop up and go kiss your kids,

then I will be so happy.



Not sure I'll be blogging much in 2011. . .

but I do plan on stopping in to my Google account

after the kids are in bed

after my sink is clean (thanks Flylady)

after my real life relationships are up to date

and sharing my heart.