“The weather outside is frightful, but the fire is so delightful…”
When I logged on today, I noticed that my last post was my 500th. Crazy!
If you’ve been here awhile, you know that I was a hesitant entrant to the world of blogging, that I began blogging with a friend, and that I love to write about kids and media, kids & reading, parenting, and life. Mostly, though, I love the connections blogging creates, and knowing that I can connect with incredible women–thinkers, writers, mothers–even if they don’t live around the corner. What a gift that is!
How about you? What is it that keeps you blogging? Or reading? Comment away!
Tears streamed down my face and I gasped through my sobs.
Was someone hurt? Was there a tragedy?
No, I was with my husband and younger two kids watching that wonderful, heart-wrenching drama, Toy Story 3.
Uh huh. It’s true.
If you know me, you know I’m not much of a crier. I choke it back at the deepest of heartfelt films. But this one did me in.
It was Andy, you see. Andy, whose toys have loved him for years, went and got himself all grown up. He’s packing his belongings and getting ready to begin the great adventure of his college years. His toys are getting left behind. So is his mom.
Did I mention that my oldest son wasn’t home while we were watching? He was out with friends, including a pretty new one he affectionately refers to as his girlfriend.
And just like that, he’ll be packing for college.