I wonder if anyone out there still reads blogs.
I wonder if anyone out there remembers that this little corner of the Internet - my own little corner with my own little keyboard - existed and allowed me to write, to experiment, and to feel like a real grownup when I was so eager and fresh-eyed.
I wonder if anyone will still read.
9 years ago! Honestly, I struggle to remember what life what like 9 years ago. We lived in our cozy little apartment with our pup and dreams aplenty. I baked, he built, and together we figured out what it meant to be adults, to be married, and to get by each day.
Now we live in a cozy little house, just down the road from that original apartment. I still bake, and he still builds, but we do those things around the two small humans we've managed to make and keep alive for nearly 7 years. Some things look totally different - I'm not teaching anymore! - and other things are still exactly as they've always been - he will always be able to find a way to make me laugh.
I look back on these early years with such gratitude, but also with bemusement. We had no idea what we were doing, or what we'd gotten ourselves into. We didn't know how to fight, or how to confess, or how to compromise. 9 years later, we've got a lot more perspective, plenty of new scars and stories. The world has changed dramatically post-Covid, and it's given us a whole new set of challenges to wrestle, especially with two little ones in tow. Our house is often messy, loud, and chaotic, but we still make a point to bring people into the chaos. There's no point in trying to make it look like we're perfect; we're abundantly not.
Anyway, wherever you are now, 9 years later, I hope you have peace. I hope you have small moments that make you smile, that bring goosebumps to your arms, that make you wonder.
And hey, if you're still reading, let me know.
