I received a few IMs from my buddy MarkD down in the Caymans. He is one of the very, very few who apparently still keep up with this dwindling blog. Thanks, Mark!
That prompted me to look back at a few of my old posts, and I realized how much this blog that I started over 6 years ago helps me to remember the past.
I was reading my posts from when Katrina hit New Orleans, and if I hadn't put my feelings down on virtual 'paper', I don't know that I would see them as clearly now.
I have a terrible memory and often have to be reminded of things that have happened in the past by other people. It's getting worse with time too . . .
So, as I've said before, I'm going to try harder to update more often. My middle baby turns 14 tomorrow and when I began this thing, she was John's age, just 7. Seems like a lifetime ago. I do remember back then being afraid to face my kids getting older and not needing me as much. Now that it's here, I see that most of my fears didn't come to be. Maybe that means I should start worrying less? That probably won't happen.
