For a while, I've been looking forward to my 1000-th blog post anniversary, but when it came it sort of slipped by unnoticed, and only yesterday I saw that I already have, in fact, published 1,023 posts since beginning this blog back in 2007.
A lot of things have happened along the way. When I started blogging, I was single, a university student in her final and very busy year, with long-unacknowledged and suppressed yearnings for things I hardly dared to name - home, family, marriage, motherhood.
Now I'm a very thankful mother to two dear beautiful girls. I spend my days taking walks to the playground, cleaning up spills, breaking up fights, giving baths, reading stories and getting excited about every new step along the journey, be it an original way of making play-dough or the fact that my almost-3-year-old expressed keen interest in washing the dishes.
In the beginning, I loved long and heated online debates with a lot of rational discussion. Now, I am most gratified by personal emails from people who have been, in some way, touched by what I have to say here, and in turn felt called to share a bit of their life with me. This is, without a doubt, the greatest gift I got through blogging - the personal contact with many different people, the revealing of hearts, the touching of lives. I am so grateful for that.
I love life. It's so beautiful, and I'm enjoying it so much. The awe-inspiring splendour of nature, the familiar, comfortable surroundings of home - it's all part of the harmony of life. You, my readers, visitors and friends, are part of it too, and for that I thank you.