I'm a blog virgin

So here I am. The kids are in bed. And it is the end of another full day. Why add another thing to do? I realise that I am aging. I am aging before my very eyes (note to self, get eyes checked-think I need glasses). And I am not completely comfortable with the process. But I know I have many things to be thankful for now. I have had tremendous personal growth in the past few years and have essentially remodeled this version of self. And I like her best of all so far. So I blog to mark time, to remember, to appreciate, to create a memory for my children, and maybe to share. And I need a space to record the little things, decompress the bigger things, and return to as an external memory. So, we begin.