I am back. If you are reading this, you are either A) crazy (in a good way) or B) asking who the hell I am because you stumbled here. But thank you either way.
It's been a long time coming, this return. I've been putting it off because I've been wussy scared--this blog stood in for my real life for so long. And then when my real real life and my blog life met, it was too worlds-collide and I chickened out and shut down. Plus, someone--a measly stranger-- online saw a picture of me and said I looked sort of fat. And when you've gone through what I went through, hearing you look fat is not something you can easily swat away like an annoying bug; it was the final thing, and it snapped me like a cheap twig.
But now I've decided to resurrect my beloved old stomping ground--partly because I have no idea what the hell is still there, and partly because I want to read it all. And mostly because I want to write again, and read again. My archives feel like they are from another life, like they were written by another person.
You were all here for me through one of the toughest times of my life, and I have missed you so much. I have so many new things to tell you.
One of my daughters, the younger one, C, will turn two in a month. She is outside right now with her dad (AKA Random), playing on a swingset that actually shouldn't be played on because it's not attached to the ground yet.
My other daughter, M, the one I waited a very long time for, is sleeping upstairs. She is going to be five.
You're going to hear all about them, if you want to stick around. And you'll hear about me, too, but I'm far less interesting.
I've missed this, and you.
So here we go. *Deep breath*