I’m secretly beginning to suspect I have a house of magically reappearing boxes. Just when I think I’ve made some headway, I’ll walk into the loft and find five more freshly sealed boxes. Unpacking is not so bad but figuring out where things go in the new home is a challenge. As I wade through boxes and chase my son [who is determined to climb said boxes or unpack the china plates quite forcefully onto the hardwood floors] my ability to connect coherent sentences into a blog post is a bit limited.
But how could I not post today? My goodness, look at the time— I’ve been blogging for eight years. I’m not sure I ever thought I would be doing this for quite so long but through teaching, law school, squirrels, motherhood and everything in between this blog has been my constant and I wouldn’t have the motivation to write here if it weren’t for you reading and supporting me through the years. Thank you.
So on this eight year anniversary I have a small, teeny tiny favor to ask you, one I asked six years ago: If you’re reading these words, who you be? No baked goods or give-aways but you will have my sincere appreciation for making my day.