This is my first attempt at blogging. The idea of baring my soul with words appeals to me. Maybe it’s because I love wrapping myself in words, or maybe it‘s just because I have decided I am on a journey to rediscover me. It’s not that I am lost. Well, not really. It’s more like I have been so busy watching my four angels take steps, I forgot that I still hadn’t finished walking the path myself. It’s a good thing I like me, because I plan on spending time everyday talking to myself to see where I am going. If you choose to, you can join me on my journey, and even share some of your own thoughts. Sometimes I may talk about myself, or my feelings. I may share a “smile” about my kids, or vent about my day. But whatever it is I share here, I can guarantee it will be all me: my feelings, my thoughts, my craziness, my words.
Today, I will just give you a glimpse into who I am. I am a daughter, sister, wife, mom, and lover of life. I love God, my family, my dog, snuggling with my kids, and I love words! To be honest though, it’s not just words, it’s expression of any kind that I love. I am a toucher, a hugger, a tickler, a laugher (I mean laugh until you wheeze laugher), a kisser (but not on the lips, unless you are my husband please - too many juicy strangers puckering in my direction lately!), a winker, an unashamed shower singer (even at the outdoor beach shower), and now a blogger. Apparently, you can’t shut me up even when I am sitting alone in the living room at midnight. Ok- that doesn’t happen very often because I am the proud (and often tired) mother of four amazing, creative, super adorable, highly energetic kids. But tonight, my husband has whisked them all away for a ski adventure and I have been left to redecorate and blog at will. There may also be some less than exciting laundry and cleaning going on. I confess, I have a love hate relationship with my laundry: I am excited by my ability to fold laundry so well that I can see perfect creases without using an iron, while also feeling frustrated at the number of times I re-wash laundry for my children that appears not to have been worn between washings- the perfect creases mocking me as I sort. Yes, I do my own laundry. I also clean my own house (that part I don’t like so much), take care of my own children, bake my cookies & cakes from scratch, love my husband (butterflies in my stomach love), prefer spending time with my family over going out on the town, and don’t have cable television (maybe that‘s why I have four children and my husband’s kisses still makes my knees weak).
There I go…Singing in the Shower Again!
