According to Jenny, depository of all obscure dates in history, last Tuesday was our third blogiversary.
Can you believe it’s been three years? I know. I can’t either. So many of you have been here since the beginning, and I can’t tell you how much that means to us.
Thinking about our blogiversary got me to thinking about how this whole debacle started, and how many cool things have come of it.
Three years ago, I suggested we start a blog for two reasons. 1) We cracked ourselves up, and 2) I wanted to get Jenny off my back about the book I knew we’d never have time to get around to writing.
Back then, we had no idea what we were doing.
(And we totally do now, in case you were wondering. Yep, we really have our act together. Or something.)
We barely knew what a blog was, let alone what possibilities lay ahead.
We couldn’t have imagined the opportunities that would come our way. The trips we would take, the people we would meet, the friends we would make (too many to link, but you know who you are), the fun we would have.
It still kind of amazes me, to be honest.
Three years ago, we couldn’t have imagined using this blog to welcome Sammy into the world, and we certainly couldn’t have imagined that Jenny would blog her way through her third pregnancy.
We couldn’t have imagined that this blog would bring us closer to each other – we would have said it was impossible. We couldn’t have imagined that it would connect us to friends and family all over the country.
But perhaps most importantly, we couldn’t have imagined how incredible it would be to have a record of our lives. The good times and the bad, the fun-filled days and the sleepless nights. The funny things our kids said and our most embarrassing moments, the potty-training trials and the first days of school.
We couldn’t have imagined any of it. But I’m so thankful for it all.
Happy blogiversary, Cousin! I can’t imagine anyone I’d rather make fun of write a blog with. Love you!