It’s true. Today is a big day. May 17th marks the 7th anniversary of my blog.
[insert cheers here! But no clowns. Clowns are terrible.]
Yep, I’ve been writing this blog for SEVEN years of my life. This is actually my 4,702nd post.
(Wanna read my first-ever, earth-shattering post? It’s here.)
[This is all well and great, but you GUYS. I got my hair cut yesterday and I’m not happy so I’m not able to feel the joy of celebration yet. I’m slightly irate. It’s my hair. You know me.]
That said, I love this space.
I love this blog.
I love that people actually read this blog.
I love this this has been almost a daily outlet for the past 2,555 days.)
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
Thank you for listing to my rants.
Thank you for sharing in the tears and the joys.
For your encouraging words.
For making me feel like I’m not crazy.
YOU, my dear reader and friend, are awesome.
I’ve had this blog longer than any job I’ve ever held.
I started this blog when I was an Ohioan.
I’ve had this blog longer than I’ve been a Mom.
I’ve had two children while writing this blog.
I’ve had many haircuts while writing this blog.
I’ve learned many lessons while writing this blog. (Like for example, if your bangs are cut too short and choppy-like you look like a cross between a Beatle and an 8-year-old. AND, you can indeed have TOO many layers. I’m trying to work through this…)
Here’s to 7 more years.
(Hair mess-ups kill me.)