I am certainly not the best blogger out there.
I’m not even the best blogger on my own blog. I barely find time to write. I’ve thought often about quitting. But then something sparks my interest and I find my fingers tapping away and I get such satisfaction clicking publish that I just can’t quit. You’re stuck with me.
But I can say this, without hesitation, that I have the best readers out there.
I am so grateful for each and every one of you. I don’t visit you as often as I’d like. But I read your comments. Every single one. And I appreciate the time you take to share your thoughts. I do sneak over to your place, too. Typically on my phone. Which is why I don’t always comment but please know I’m out there, shaking my head in agreement and sending virtual hugs your way.
Pathetic, I know. But I own my failures and hope you can sympathize.
You are all the best. I love you. Appreciate you. Enjoy you.
I’m honored you take the time check in with me.
You could go anywhere else, yet you find the time to peek in on me.
And I’m truly touched.
Happy Valentine’s Day to you all!
(I have been a little scarce lately. Okay. I admit it. Not just lately. There have been periods of time in the past few years that I have been erratic with my posting and with commenting on your blogs. I suffer from panic/anxiety disorder and right now, I’m having a particularly difficult time. Please know that the above post is heartfelt and true. I AM thinking of you all. Always.)
Because someone should just shoot me now.
- Between Halloween and Valentine’s Day our teeth are bathed in chocolate. And cookies. And other tasty candies. Note to self: schedule all dental appointments in April (plenty of time to floss out the goo) and sometime in October, before the 31st. For obvious reasons.
- Never believe your 8-year-old son when he says, “I don’t need a Valentine box. My teacher said we didn’t need one.” Because you’ll be scrambling on Valentine’s morning, 30 seconds before you need to get him out the door (when 8-year-old son decides he actually needs a Valentine box), scrounging the house for something, anything that can serve as a proper Valentines receptacle. This year #1son took a Target bag to school. (Hey. At least is was red and white.)
- Who are all you mothers out there taping candy to your kids’ Valentines? Or buying bags of candy to place in fancy, decorated shoe-boxes (Over-achievers? I hate you.) or aforementioned Target bags? My kids insisted that they send Valentines that had candy attached to them. I said, No. There would be enough candy at the school party. They pouted. I told them, moms across America were saying the exact same thing to their kids this evening. No one will be putting even more candy into your Valentines boxes (or Target bags). Thanks, Moms. For hanging me out to dry.
- And to my husband who completely ignored Valentine’s Day last year. Who raced out last minute to purchase wilted grocery store flowers and picked over cards in previous years. Yes. You. This is the year I decided to just get you a card. Then you blow me away with the most amazing Valentine’s Day gift you’ve ever given me. So, I was the one scrambling away at the last minute. Thanks for my heart attack. And the gift. (Romantic dinner at the restaurant where we had our first date, a night at the opera (Don Giovanni) and luxury hotel for the evening. He even took care of overnight babysitting for the kids.) Amazing. But then, so are you. xoxo
It’s not just for husbands, wives, boyfriends and girlfriends.
It’s for bloggers, too!
I wish you roses….
I wish you chocolates…
But most of all….
I wish you comments. Lots and lots and lots of comments!
Happy Valentine’s Day to my favorite bloggers out there!
*(Ahh, yes. My tongue-in-cheek approach – that is, if you read Friday’s post – to wishing you all a very happy Valentine’s Day! Much love to you all!)