He may be a bit biased, or maybe he did it under duress, but the love of my life finally acknowledged me (that is to say, acknowledged this website) on his blog.
I only began blogging recently. So far, my readership consists of my husband, my mom, and a close high school friend. Once a fellow I met on Facebook stopped by, but I've not seen hide nor hair of him since, nor of any other visitors.
That's okay. Readership will grow or it won't. As I said a while back, this blogging exercise is an experiment.
But, since my readership is so small, I may as well write something that both holds their interest and doesn't bore (or, I suppose, offend) them.
This being 2007, I spend the lion's share of each day away from the folks I love the best. Sometimes I work so late, that I only get a few minutes with them. Sometimes, I don't even get that. I have to resort to virtual means of communication. When we do make time to interact face-to-face, often we're too tired, or too harried, to make time for conversations about the things that really move us, that really matter.
While I've been guilty of navel gazing, my husband has been posting about some real thought-provoking topics. Maybe if we had enough face time, and maybe if I thought to ask him, he'd've shared his conclusions with me in person. Likely not. I never say in ten words what I can say in fifty and, even when he gets a word in edgewise, I tend to cut him off. (It's not motivated by a sense that what I think about is more important than what he thinks about. Truth be told, the enthusiasm for whatever I'm thinking usually just bubbles up and is hard to stop; I give voice to the thought before considering that I'm interrupting. And by then it's too late.)
These blogs are providing us with soapboxes, on which we can pontificate and expound to our hearts content. I'm not just glad to have a page on which to articulate what's on my mind; I am thrilled that I get to learn (and that other people get to read) what gets my husband thinking on any given day.
That his topic of choice was me yesterday? I guess that means that, despite all the hours we spend apart, I'm still doing something right.
While I've been guilty of navel gazing, my husband has been posting about some real thought-provoking topics. Maybe if we had enough face time, and maybe if I thought to ask him, he'd've shared his conclusions with me in person. Likely not. I never say in ten words what I can say in fifty and, even when he gets a word in edgewise, I tend to cut him off. (It's not motivated by a sense that what I think about is more important than what he thinks about. Truth be told, the enthusiasm for whatever I'm thinking usually just bubbles up and is hard to stop; I give voice to the thought before considering that I'm interrupting. And by then it's too late.)
These blogs are providing us with soapboxes, on which we can pontificate and expound to our hearts content. I'm not just glad to have a page on which to articulate what's on my mind; I am thrilled that I get to learn (and that other people get to read) what gets my husband thinking on any given day.
That his topic of choice was me yesterday? I guess that means that, despite all the hours we spend apart, I'm still doing something right.
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