Has It Really Been a Year?

Poppies growing on the grounds of the coliseum in Rome.  

 

Today is one year since I began writing this blog.

Thank you to Lisa of the Faces of My Family for her encouragement and promise of help if I needed it. It was the shove I needed to begin.

Writing this blog has been a soul satisfying experience for me.  It has helped forced me to organize small snippets of my family's history since organization of the entire mess is beyond me.  I have connected with unknown cousins and reconnected with lost ones . . . . some just in time.  I have a renewed sense of family. It has been emotional and incredibly fulfilling for me.  I have discovered that I love to write, even if I have to "wordsmith" a post to death before it sounds like me.  I appreciate the encouragement of those who read my blog, whether we are related by blood or by our passion for family history. 

I haven't run out of ideas yet, but time is always at a premium so I am not a prolific blogger.  Today I am writing this with a box of tissues at my side, waiting for my husband to bring me some cold medicine from the store.  My lap is full of papers to grade, but the sun is shining, - no common occurrence in northern Indiana - and I take an occasional break to surf the internet looking for places to stay this summer when I will take my granddaughter on a long promised trip to London and Paris. 

Happy blogiversary to me. . .