Three years later

I can list myriad excuses for not having blogged in the last three years, but none of them matters. Bottom line is I regret not doing it. Not because anyone who happened to read it missed out, but because I know I have missed out—on preserving my life's happenings that I will most likely forget.

So here I go. My intended audience is me, my husband and kids, and our future selves. This is a journal, a scrapbook, a photo album, and a little window into who I am and what I love.