I missed my own blog birthday
Luckily, my pal Melanie reminded me—her blog shares an opening day with mine: January 21, 2005. EIGHT YEARS, CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?
I have two children younger than this blog!
Eight years I’ve been havering* here!
Here’s why that makes me very happy. You. Many of you, over the years, have become real true friends, and I can’t imagine the world without you. Thanks for your visits, your comments, your many contributions to the joy that fills my days. Thanks for clicking, when there is so very, very much out there to read.
Feels like we should celebrate! I was already feeling quite celebratory after a VERY GOOD PHONE CALL with my Knopf editor. The kind that moves a book forward and makes you feel a thousand pounds lighter. And a morning in the sun, wrestling bermuda grass into submission, and deciding where the sunflowers will go this year. And Scott made my favorite ginger salad dressing for dinner. A very good day.
Knowing you’re out there reading makes it even better. Thank you, friends, for stopping by. I had no idea how much fun I was letting myself in for when I hit send on that first post, eight years ago.