It's a sunny day. She sits, laptop on lap, shutters open to the sky. Today is the blog anniversary. Not the anniversary of when she first began blogging, but the day she began THIS blog, this working, writing, personal blog.
Three years. A three-year old person, according to most developmental milestone markers, loves words and to experiment with language. They like to make up stories. How appropriate. A three-year old marriage celebrates with leather. Perhaps a leather-bound book?
She will be three today. She will celebrate with ice cream instead of leather. And with writing. Though she writes most days, today's words will be special, because she'll make them so. She'll carry the little secret inside that today--today!--she began something that is special to her, if no one else.