It’s almost unimaginable to me at this point that I found the time to write 3-5 times a week, for so many years.

I guess I had less going on.  I’ve thought about it a lot, because I really feel like Pink Moss has been a big part of my journey, both as a person and in expressing myself in written form – and when I talk.  It helped me flesh out how I feel about so many things, even when I didn’t write it down.  I think of things differently, when I know there is a possibility of sharing it later.

Now that I haven’t had time to write as much, I actually feel all muddy inside my brain.  I think there are so many reasons people write a blog, and for awhile there I got caught up in just entertaining, because it is fun.  Now I don’t have time to entertain and reminisce on family trips for fun – but I completely miss it.  My kids have asked me several times if I am done writing on Pink Moss, because they miss reading it, and I tell them no.  But then another week passes, and another week and month and I realize if I want to keep telling the story of my family, I will have to really fight for it.

I don’t tell it for followers, although I do love sharing our funny experiences with people that want to hear them.  I don’t tell  intimate things because I want attention – I have enough attention from my kids, and businesses, and friends.  Heaven knows I don’t need attention. But I do tell them for my kids, and their kids.  I want a journal of family outings and memories.  I love being able to look back several years, and see what we did on a certain holiday, that I forgot.

It makes me happy, because I know this brain won’t last forever.  It won’t even last a few weeks before I forget what we have been up to.

I am learning so much in the business world right now.  I am meeting amazing people, and I want you to know them through my blog.  I have found more heroines to emulate.  I have met more of our employees that work SO hard to support their families.  I have written down more dreams that I plan on achieving.  My path has been laid before me, and I’m walking down it, one step at a time.

I see my future.  I see running out of time before I do everything I want to.  But, I also see seven kids that will carry on after me.  They will take the best of what I have to give them, and make a difference in their world.

I look at the picture above of my Kinley.  She is a beautiful little lady, that is growing up WAY too fast.  She was my first baby, and I love her so much.  She is almost 17.  SEVENTEEN!  In ONE year, she will be as old as I was when I met her father!  That, my friends, is frightening.  She has become one of my best friends.  She has been such a blessing in my life, and to think that she will leave all too soon….well, let’s just say – I’ll take it harder then when she left to kindergarten.

She is a force to be reckoned with.  She is strong, beautiful, funny, determined, sweet, and steady.  She is supportive, and patient.  She has the rest of her life to use these talents, and I hope she sees herself as I see her.  I hope she knows how much Jon and I both love her.

And in only a few short years, it will be Whitney’s turn to leave.  Why am I talking about this?!  I don’t want to depress myself, but really time is flying.  How is it possible that it gets faster every year?  Brighton looks like a little lady now….and she is TALLER than me (and wears bigger shoes).

okay, okay,

that’s all I can handle for this post.

Have a great night.