At the Hop

I think it's happening to me. And I'm going to fight it--this all too natural inclination to censor my own writing. The more my blogger "audience" grows, the more I self-edit. Not my intention when I began blogging. I do enough of that in my other life. So...random thoughts--reveal thyselves!

Brandon is doing GREAT--physically and spiritually. He said the other day, "Mom, I think I was the last one of your children to grow up." Hmmmmmm, ya think?

I sent an Easter package to my grandsons this week. While I packed the box, I remembered that Mamaw, for packing materials, used bags of marshmallows, boxes of instant pudding and jello, and cereal boxes (full, unopened) whenever she shipped to us. And that reminds me that starting when I was 10, we moved 14 times in a 4-year period. Now that's a memoir in itself. In fact, that time period has the most stories in it, and it's the least known to my children and those I love. After I got married, I decided that my childhood wasn't important. Oh, the things we believe when we're young!

I'm moving to Baltimore and going to grad school there. Can't wait!! The program is the only one like it in the country. But sometimes I think that school will just be an added bonus, and being with Chantel, Austin, Owen and Soren is more important (for them and for me) than any "education" I might receive. Changes...plans...decisions...right now I think the move will be a road trip, because I have to have my car. If I don't drive it, then I have to ship it, and the cost, either way, will probably be about the same.