I used to be one who kept a journal.

All through high school and college, I recorded the escapades of the typical teenager – boys, friends, and drama.  Unfortunately, not much was said about family (other than the usual “I hate my parents”) or any accomplishments, good or bad.

Then Andrew came into my life and I was fairly diligent about recording his milestones and the funny things that he said.  That too fell by the wayside of single parenting, full time employment and graduate school.

As time has gone by, I have come to realize how incredibly fortunate I am to have the life that I do.  I have the best parents EVER (unlike what my high school journals report), a wonderful son and extended family, amazing friends (all of whom will receive mention in this journal, I am sure) and a strong, healthy body (for the most part).

I love to ride my bike, with friends and alone.

I enjoy traveling, but am also happy at home.

I take too many pictures,

will jump in any body of water within reach,

and enjoy baking, cooking and reading.  But more on all that later.

I don’t claim to be a great writer.  In fact, I use too many parentheses (), often resort to elipsis …, and quite a few dashes  – .  Lynne Truss, author of Eats, Shoots & Leaves, would accuse me of causing “existential suffering” (her words)!  None the less, here it is!

I do not think my words will inspire or impress anyone.  I just want to be able to look back on my life later and remember what a fabulous one it has been.