And so it’s been a year. A year since I wrote this letter to you, my dear readers, explaining what I was doing and why I was doing it and what it was supposed to accomplish.
My husband says I love celebrating things… and this is true. If you know him, ask him sometime about his feelings on half-birthday celebrations, and you’ll suddenly have a window into one of our marital disagreements: celebrating my half-birthday (which is a week from today, in case you were wondering) and those of our future children. Apparently this is one of those discussions in which he has 51% of the vote. But I digress.
I love celebrating events, big or small. I guess it is because I believe all of life should be a celebration, something to enjoy and cherish and remember.
I remember last year, sitting in this little coffee shop with my husband, trying out all sorts of blog names. I was convinced that the best ones were all taken. Then, somehow, Rhetorical Expressions came into being. And I made my husband promise he’d go to it at least once a day so I felt like I had a real audience. He’s wonderful.
Thank you, dear readers, for being the rest of the story. I’ve been blessed and terrified by the fact I know this is all out there and that you’re actually reading it. More importantly, I’ve learned more from your wisdom and insight and willingness to share than I ever could have with a solitary journal. That’s the beauty of blogging — it connects you to others and allows you to share life. So thank you.
