So as of tomorrow, I'll have been writing this blog for 2 years. I haven't had the critical success of say, someone like The Pioneer Woman (I love her and I love to hate her), I've held my own.
You may or may not recall that I started this blog the day I drove down to Atlanta for Dad's heart surgery. As I drove down he arrested, twice, and when I got to my parents' house, Matt was there to meet me and take me to the hospital where Dad's prognosis was pitiful.
In the days, weeks, months, and now years that have passed, Dad has done far better than I could have hoped. Laura went from being nine months pregnant to having a toddler.
Life is funny.
And I'm glad to be enjoying it.