I know it was probably a narcissistic gift, but many years ago, I had a years' worth of my blog published for a couple of special people. As you can see, the inevitable happened and one of the poomongers found a copy.
So here's the thing...in the last few years, somehow I found a soul or something and with it came emotions. It's awful. I cry at stupid commercials, now. Like the Frankie's Christmas commercial from Apple. I'm one of those people, now.
I cried when I got this text message. My reaction surprised me. I mean, I'm new to this emotion thing. I sat and thought about it as the tears kept coming. I knew I wasn't upset at Sadie's discovery. I loved that she found it because of her curiosity and OMG SHE LIKES TO READ! And I was happy for her to read what I had written. The whole point of this place was to store memories.
It finally hit me. I'd been writing for them all along. I was writing so I wouldn't forget to tell them things when they got older. I was excited it was happening but also felt awful because I hadn't written in years.
I'm not sure why I quit writing. I'm sure there's several reasons. Raw, because she's the most supportive friend I've ever had, encouraged me to start writing again. She told me I had a gift.
Then they came to visit. The girls started in on me, immediately. Sophia had also read the book. They started bombarding me. "I KNOW WHY YOU HATE WAL-MART!"
They were only here for a few days but in that time, they said to me about one hundred times "You should write more!" And so...at their request, here I am.
Girls, I can't promise a timeframe or even that anything will be good, but here we go again.