What the Blog is it for?

 It seems as though the time of the blog is meeting its expiration. Pinning, tweeting, or "insta" sharing are the preferred communique. I will admit, I've loved the sharing of blogs, and I've absolutely hated it with every fiber of my being. I appreciate the fuller, more complete updates the blog allows from those I respect and admire. I despise the competing, self validating posts plastered with images shot with a slanted lens (and no, I'm not talking about photography quality). I like honesty, but think sticking to the highlights is just fine too. I dislike lengthy, wordy posts I'm forced to skim, only to get to the end and regret knowing every gift your child received for St. Patrick's day or whatever amazing craft you are congratulating yourself on for Memorial Day (disclaimer- this isn't based on any true posts). I know we have all felt this way one time or another, so what is the point?

I've come to the conclusion that this doesn't mean you should change your posts to please the masses, but to record with a perspective for what your family and progeny will value. Yes, a lot of time has been wasted looking at certain other blogs, but I don't regret any of the time I spent on my own blog, just as I'm sure you value the time you wrote and pasted about your life. You may hate every post I've published, yet it doesn't matter because in the end the blogs were for us. I feel 100% fine with the fact that I'm the only one that will look back through my blog and treasure the time I took to select a few pictures out of the thousands from each event, write a little, and frame the passing events of our family. It is a unique portfolio that I will continue to contribute, if only for myself and a few friends. The clearing up of the blogosphere makes way for less pressure and more of a sense of freedom of what is expected. Write on your blog and write for you.
 I feel like I've just gained some room for stretching out here. 


P.S.- Back in August we went to a balloon launch in Sandy.

Emerson's first day of preschool

The draw-string canvas backpack, plaid shorts, bright top that no longer fits him, little flip flops, desire to have his hair look like a "G stud", and confidence to leave the nest of his mama- all things I want to remember.