My oldest boy was 9 years old, and my youngest was 6.
We had lived in Texas for two years.
We had been out of the military for two years.
I had websites at geocities and crosswinds.
I was introduced to blogging through Xanga.
An adventure began.
I look around and see a different landscape online than I once did. There are no more guestbooks as we had on our websites, nor are there WebRings. Xanga was lovely for allowing you to have conversations through the comment sections, but friends thought it would be better if we moved out and had more freedom. Bulletin Boards, like Online Moms, aren't the place to be anymore, and blogs are so much easier than learning html, or now css.
I see different things here as well. One child moved on, and another wrapping up his time here. We have been in Oklahoma for two years. We have faced hardships and heartbreak. We have built and tore down. We have survived and barely missed needing to survive. We have loved and fought. We have broken ties and built new ones.
If there is one thing we can count on, it's change. That's what they always say. But the constants are a deep part of our lives as well. I will always have a family who loves and supports me. I will always love and support them as well. I will always take a bit of time to get used to new normals. I will always be a little shy. I will always enjoy creating and giving and doing for others. I will always worry I have done the wrong thing. I will always enjoy those around me. I will always write.
I have blogged nearly consistently for 10 years.
I have deleted more posts than remain.
I have written in numerous notebooks and journals along the way.
Thank you for being here with me. Whether it was in the beginning, or now (which is not the end), I appreciate your support, your thoughts, your comments, and your love. I appreciate you allowing me to change to be a better me, and helping me find the constants which are so important. I thank you from the bottom of my heart for helping me through the hard dark times when you have, and for helping me celebrate big when it was time to do that.
For ten years I have typed words. Thank you for receiving them. Thank you for hearing me. Thank you for allowing our paths to cross in this big unending virtual universe of the internet.