Letter To My Blog

Dear Blog,

TODAY IS YOUR BIRTHDAY! 
You are TWO years of age today. A terrible toddler indeed... and I, a proud mama, could just squeeze you so tight right now, so proud of your journey, of OUR journey together! Who knew that we'd last this long, you and I.
Don't tell anyone... but I did.
The moment I met you, um, gave literary birth to you, I knew you were mine for life.
Maybe not daily for life... but for life in some capacity of another. Some bonds are too meaningful to discard. Some bonds give us life. Some bonds teach us how to be a student, and how to be a human in this bizarre journey called 'life'. 
You know what bond I talk about, don't you? You must feel it too. You are adored every day by me. Even when I am half asleep at two in the morning... even then you get my attention. If only for a quick 'Word Of The Day' post. And you always fill me up with creativity no matter the hour, no matter the typos and the imperfections in my daily writing. You give me a platform to be as I am each day. Each day I am new, and so are you. 
The blank page doe not scare my anymore. Why should it? All it is is INVITING. Is OPEN. Is GENTLE. It's us that imprint our fears all over it. The blank page is YOU in all your might.

So it's your birthday. And here I am, wondering if I should begin sending you out to the world. Should I share you with friends... family... acquaintances... strangers?
I often keep you so close to my chest, like a sleeping baby, a treasure I must keep safe. But an over protective mother needs to learn to let go.
I have already had the experience of birthing you, then mothering you, and now... I'll let you go out and play, mingle with your own kind, discuss the ways of the world with others! And I'll learn what mothers have learned for millions of years.

So how do I do that!? You might ask. 
Well, I'll begin by telling people about you. And be proud of you. Really really REALLY proud of you and our accomplishments and our bond. Maybe some people will want to get to know you. Maybe some will even like you. Heck, LOVE you! And maybe some will not. And that's okay too. Because whatever they think IS NONE OF OUR BUSINESS. All we have to do is nurture our bond, and our tribe will find us. Simple. 
Simple, but not easy.
But we are ready, you and I. We've fostered each other for two years now, indulging in our own little playground. Time to open the curtain and see who else want to play, or, well, who would like to watch us play. THAT will be my birthday gift you to, dear Blog. 
The gift of sharing you with the world.

Happiest of birthdays, dear Blog.
May you blossom and grow and challenge me and make me laugh and give me life and meaning and all the feels! May you lead me to places I've never been before, and hold my hand while I explore the new terrine, the new air I must breathe in this new dream of a life! May you be grand this birthday and the next ones. May you be grand. 

Love
You
Very 
Much,

​Your mother.