They seem to whir by and get stuck together like the pages of a well-loved book in the sticky hands of a toddler...some days are torn a bit, some are scribbled on with colorful gusto, and some have something unidentifiable in the corner that should probably have gone in a tissue, but oh well, you know just keeping it real...
And then that book which was new begins to look like it's always been with you, toted around and drooled on, definitely not as new as it once was, but better for the reading.
So seem the past days of our first year. We are worn a bit and no longer new new, we've definitely acquired some wear and tear and, ahem, character, but we are, on a whole, the better for it and hopefully we've made thus far for an interesting read.
Happy (belated) one year anniversary little blog of ours--I think we'll keep you.
And then that book which was new begins to look like it's always been with you, toted around and drooled on, definitely not as new as it once was, but better for the reading.
So seem the past days of our first year. We are worn a bit and no longer new new, we've definitely acquired some wear and tear and, ahem, character, but we are, on a whole, the better for it and hopefully we've made thus far for an interesting read.
Happy (belated) one year anniversary little blog of ours--I think we'll keep you.
