Bogging- He'll Never Understand

From the kitchen I could hear my husband talking to a dinner guest in our family room, "Yeah, my wife has a blog. She's a good writer, but sometimes she writes about the most trivial and mundane things. Do you see that bowl of spaghetti sitting over there? She could write about it. I'm not even kidding, she could. I just dont' get it."

If I've told him once, I've told him a million times, "Logic has no place in the blogosphere!"

It's been over three years now and I don't think Paul will ever get it. He keeps his personal thoughts about spaghetti to himself. Unless, of course, we are discussing politics-I am always his sounding board for every single one of those thoughts. That man knows way too much about the critical state of our California economy. It's depressing. I think he needs his own blog to tell you the truth.

But, I digress.

My blog is more than a place to share the mundane or trivial, it has been a sweet sanctuary from the life of a busy mom. When I was elbows to eyeballs in Pine Sol and dirty laundry, reading a witty retort or a humorous post from another mom's trivial and mundane life had the magical power to set my heart to dancing. It was an encouragement-a beautiful thing.

After 689 blog posts, this very spot has been the place where I've cut my writing-teeth. A practice point to share my heart with all of you. Now, with my book being released in a few months, I'm learning I need a brand, a focus.

Well, I'm not sure if that is at all possible. I am too eclectic to write about one topic over and over and over again. To me that screams, "Boring!" Some days I want to write about my kids, other days I want to write about my faith in God or rant about lukewarm Christianity, still other days I want to write about why peanut butter is better than chocolate.

Yes, I said it. I went there.

So, tell me this, "Why do you blog?" How has this modern day world wide connection affected your day to day experiences?

It's hopeless. My husband will never get it. He just can't appreciate the finer points of blogging.

"Oh, and by the way darling, that bowl of spaghetti over there is a tangled web of tangy tomato heaven!"

Birthdays all around!

I'm behind in the birthday shout-outs. Grace turned eleven and celebrated with a slumber party. The girls loved playing the game, "Find the bubble gum in the cloud of whipped cream." Hands behind your backs, of course!

Paul and Samuel had birthdays within a few weeks of each other. Samuel was surprised with a basketball hoop. He was thrilled!

I treated Paul to a weekend away at a Bed and Breakfast.

Birthday shout-outs complete.

Happy Birthday To The Love of My Life

If you had told me in 1995 that I would meet a man who would love me for me, a man who would make me laugh through the heartaches of life, a man who would stand by my side through the loss of our baby, the loss of my mother, the loss of his job...

If you had told me in 1995 that this man not only would care for me, but would go to school and work so I could be a stay at home mom, would adopt my two babies as his own and even with the education of a masters degree, would throw newspapers in the dark of night to keep a roof over my head...I probably would have never believed you.

This Friday is my husband Paul's birthday. I am so grateful to God for blessing me with this amazing man. God has given me the opportunity to be his helpmate, to be his confidant, to be his prayer partner and best friend. I am grateful to Paul's parents for raising up such a good man, a man of godly character and humble nature.

On your birthday Paul, you are the skip in my step and the twinkle in my eye. After ten years of marriage, I still look forward to cuddling with you on the couch, sharing a bowl of ice cream with you, or just holding your hand while we take a drive.

You are the love of my life cutie....Happy Birthday.

Now hurry up and bring the ice cream, I'm waiting for you on the couch!