Fourscore and eleven years ago, when I sat down one fine November evening and decided I’d start me a blawg – a place where I would write some stuff about some things, and lo, maybe even post some pictures of some people – I had two objectives in mind: 1) to document our family’s life for Alex and 2) to maybe eventually tell my friends about it so that we could all stay in touch a little bit better.
As always, I was dreaming big.
It took me two months to mention the blog to anyone other than D, and when I finally worked up enough nerve to tell some friends, I very sheepishly sent emails to Elise, Tracey and Merritt. And sort of halfway prayed that they’d ignore the link.
Lesson for Alex: SHOOT FOR THE STARS, SON!
It’s your heritage!
But I really wasn’t kidding about that whole “read by tens of people” thing.
And yet, two years later, here I sit, waiting to go to the airport and pick up two of my sweetest friends who I’ve never seen in person. Friends that I met ON THE INTERNET, THROUGH THE BLOG, and OH, life is rich with irony, isn’t it?
The weekend is going to be jam-packed – much moreso than I originally realized – but I’m telling you: I cannot wait to see these girls and hug their necks and scare them with my driving and drink way too much coffee and/or diet Coke and talk into the wee hours.
And hopefully we’ll have a chance to shop just a little bit, though I fear that the shopping could be dangerous. Very dangerous indeed. I may end up being the proud new owner of the sparkly dress after all.
So on that note, I’m off to the airport. I’m gonna make sure the girls get a little Alabama barbecue before the day’s over, and then we’ll sing our hearts out with Casting Crowns, Leeland and John Waller tonight.
I am so excited.
And I’m sure the three of us will be oversharing all the details very soon indeed.