I'm here, still joining in with December Daily over on Ali Edwards this month. I think what I'm loving is not having big pressure on myself to write a long post everyday. I tend to put unnecessary expectations on myself and there's something really nice about daily documenting a small part of our day- a moment that I don't want to forget or something special that happened. It kind of makes me go back to remembering why I started blogging in the first place, over 5 years ago. I wanted to remember the details. To have a place where I could write down what was happening with my baby...(I only had one back then) or to just write a few sentences about what daily life for us was like.
I think I fell off track with blogging when I started to way over analyze who reads my blog and if they like it or not. Gosh, it's so unfortunate how comparison really does kill creativity and I struggle so badly with wanting to be liked. Saying that is super embarrassing, but it's true.
Now, I often feel like I should just quit and writing comes with more discouragement than joy a lot of the time. That might sound like a depressing thing to say, but I think I need to put that honesty out there.
From the bottom of my heart, I just wish people (including me) would do what they love, not over-think it and be content with who God made them. I started over thinking things and I wish I could go back to when I could write about whatever I pleased, without over-thinking, comparing or feeling terribly inferior. Without expecting responses, comments or words of encouragement.
So, with all of that being said, writing a small amount each day has been good. It's a good rhythm for now and I'm thankful for this way to keep our moments. I might beat myself up for being behind on baby books, but at least I've got my blog!
Tonight we celebrated Jeremiah's Birthday. It was a glorious day at home with the kids getting ready for his party. In the morning, they played outside and then we did a little school together, which went better than it often does.
All evening our house buzzed with family and cousins playing together. I'm thankful for laughter during an after dinner terribly strange and dysfunctional game of go-fish, for an amazing Oreo Cake recipe (found here), for my Dad giving Jeremiah his first flannel shirt and a note welcoming him to the "flannel club" along with it. If you know my Dad, you'll know that he's the king of flannel and the fact that he attached a note with the shirt is just so him.
I'm thankful for what a great Dad this guy is. For the way he works hard for us and loves us. Happy Birthday, Jeremiah.