Last night, Mandy told me that she went to the Library this week and instead of checking out books, she found herself sitting down at the computer and reading Dancing in the Rain from cover to cover. She said she laughed and cried herself all the way through it. Why wouldn't she? It's our story.
I know that in the beginning, it was a little awkward seeing photos of herself and reading things about our life in such a public forum but it didn't take long for her to find interest in keeping up with the most recent entries and to secretly look forward to reading the comments that you guys would leave behind.
Mandy moved out nearly a year ago and when she comes home she often sits down to read what's new, still ... it was a bit surprising to hear her say that she sat down for hours in a public place to read the whole thing.
Oh ... and don't think she didn't notice that the almost daily entries I once found time to write have dwindled down to an occasional few. She even went so far as to give me some words of encouragement to continue writing here often saying that some day I'll be glad that I did.
Mandy has agreed to write a guest entry, I'm looking forward to seeing what she comes up with. All three of my kids are writers, guess they come by it honestly.
Anyone else have a story regarding this unique way that we've found of recording the mundane yet magical moments of our lives?