Back in college, in 2004 when blogging was hardly even a thing yet, I was here. Blogging before blogging meant anything to anyone. You can look in the archives for my past writings, but it was much more like a journal in the past. When we started fundraising, I messed around with the idea of launching something new for this new phase of our journey but actually hated that idea. I am a sum of all of my life and so much of it is here already. So I'm keeping it here. At least for now.

My main focus these days is blogging about our newest journey into the bizarre and wonderful world of gestational surrogacy. Posts dated 2013 and forward will trend heavily toward that journey. I don't promise everything I write will be about though. There might be other things that sneak in occasionally.

Please come along our journey with us. As the saying goes, "The more, the merrier!"

Tuesday, October 10, 2006

9:29 pm

Today is historic, or at least it feels that way right now. I've always been a bit melodramatic. I may've had great success as an actress. Too bad I never felt called. Maybe someday I will wake up with that urge - likely not. But today, at 9:29pm I did something that I will remember for years to come. No matter what happens from this day forward.

At 9:29 tonight I wrote confessions of love. I didn't keep them in a journal or a poem or a notebook. They weren't private confessions - the kind I with which I typically toy. No, Sir! I wrote them down and actually confessed them to whom the feelings are intended. A risk, yes. But one I was willing to take today, at 9:29pm. I love alone and I know the confession will be met by deaf (or at best, unwilling to hear) receptors, but my love grew too loud and it needed to be released. Right now, I want the entire world to know. Then again, I've always been a bit melodramatic.


I think I realize now what the writer's block has been about.
I pretty much hate falling in love.

A Time for Everything
There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under heaven:
a time to be born and a time to die,

a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,

a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh,

a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,

a time to embrace and a time to refrain,
a time to search and a time to give up,

a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to tear and a time to mend,

a time to be silent and a time to speak,
a time to love and a time to hate,

a time for war and a time for peace.
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

1 comment:

lisa :) said...

Like the new look of the blog! Very cool!