I almost shut my blog down the other day. Seriously. I usually pay the bill in early March and when it came this year, I didn't pay it. Not until today. I kept thinking, "What more do I have to say?" So many things are said by so many different people on the interwebs every day, nothing in my head seemed original.
Then someone from my real life discovered my little space here. And she liked it. And she told me.
That was the push I needed. There's still a lot to say. There always will be. And I want to say them, to you, to keep for myself to read on a rainy day, to let my son read someday. I want to talk about food, my family, the world.
This blog is my cook book, my son's baby book, a document of the majority of my marriage, a record of our entire time in Alabama. How could I ever think of letting it go? There's a lot more to say.