Oh internet!

I was cleaning out the "projects" closet a few days ago and came across this book I had made. It started as a birthday card for a friend and being the wordy girl I am, it morphed into a book. I'd spent days on it and at the last minute decided to skip it and give a gift card instead. I am not sure exactly why. As I read the words written over a year ago, I realized something....they were still true. I still feel that way. Maybe I was afraid to give a gift so incredibly personal amongst trite greeting cards...afraid that it would be seen as that. Not the deep expression of my creativity and heart for them that it actually was. It might be misjudged. It might be forgotten at the back of a closet. It might not have been given a second glance. So I was glad I never gave it...and then I threw it away. What a waste....:)

I love blogging. And the closet incident reminded me why: I love being able to come here and pour out my heart. It's a great creative outlet for me. I walk away from the keyboard more grounded. Clarified. Different. And it never winds up at the back of a closet. There is incredible gratification in sharing it with someone else...knowing based on the feedback from those who read along that it makes a difference.

And lately I have found myself fascinated with the whole idea. I can't think of any earlier media that compares to this. Never has an ordinary girl been able to share her life with people all over the world. It's a little ridiculous sometimes...the power in this platform. On a regular basis I'm surprised at who is reading this little blog.. Thrilled...but a little in awe. ♥

And mostly I love blogs because I get a glimpse into the heart and lives of people I can't see everyday or often or even ever. And sometimes friendships are forged because of them. I have been so blessed. A few nights ago I had dinner with my original blog stalker turned bff and some other special ladies. Friendship all forged through words sent over the magic of the internet.

 (ya'll know how much I love phone pics..errr)

(and yes, I should really join the pushup challenge.)

(and no, we didn't have dinner in a parking lot.)

(and yes, my posture could use some help couldn't it?)

Internet we {big puffy heart} you. 

We've had a whole day already...

This morning I crawled out of bed at 5:45 am and woke my sleeping angels....nearly three hours before they would naturally rise. {May I never type that sentence again. }Because apparently you can only experience the miracle of life at ungodly hours...or at least the miracle of marine biology.

The mama I planned on being was all into experiencing nature and never missing an educational opportunity. We indulged her this morning and trekked it to the beach at sunrise to watch baby Kemp Ridley sea turtles be released back into the wild.

 

 

We might even do it again....

If we didn't go to the pool....

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If we didn't go to the pool....

we would not spend a gagillion minutes looking for suits you had on less than 24 hours ago

or the sunscreen

or the goggles

there wouldn't be half a dozen more towels to wash

nobody would cry because they got sunscreen in their eyes

or fight and argue about whose turn it is to sit in the third row

there would be no passionate pleading to go to the other pool 

or begging for snacks from the vending machine

or tattling for whatever you manage to find offense with

or complaining that the sun is too hot and the water is too cold

or there is no one to play with or that someone splashed you (surprise)

and no calling for mama to see your newest trick

or to come and play with you

and mostly there wouldn't be this...

the moment where you climb in my lap...

and I remember that when you are wet and cold 

you seem sooooooo little

and that I couldn't be more in love with you