Look, Novalee, look. Mama finally is doing what she’s been saying she’d do–journalizing, I’m sorry, blogging, all about you, about us. This won’t be like the dozen journals I’ve started since the 6th grade and never finished for whatever reason (boredom, found a new and prettier journal, wanting to start the year with a fresh one, blah blah). This one will be different because I have something so much more important to talk about. I will document as much as I possibly can so that you can see that I am in fact, not the robotic Mom you’ll most likely think I am, and I, too, am capable of sentimental emotions. When you’re older and mad at me, right after you’ve slammed your bedroom door, sobbing dramatically that I don’t understand you and that I never will, give this blog a go.
Looking good!