We have been away from home, enjoying extended family. We came home to a house full of Christmas presents we never put away, making it seem like we celebrated 4 Christmases (one at home, one in St George, one in Provo, and once again at home).
We did everything we set out to do this season and more, and those memories will keep us going.
Readers, I am not sure how to proceed. With the new year, I am reevaluating the time it takes to write this blog, as well as its content. In the past, I’ve used this as a forum to celebrate home schooling; I’ve ranted about educational philosophy; I’ve celebrated the children; I’ve reminisced and shared old photos; I’ve regaled you with lists more times than you can comfortably endure. The common theme and motivation has always been a desire to be known. This has not changed, but my time to share has been diminished.
I’ve been thinking about sharing more of my thoughts on the literature I read. When I have tried this, it has been cathartic, but very time consuming. To this point, I have only shared the titles I read in my sidebar, and I certainly have strong opinions about them. Would you be interested in reading some book reviews now and then? Don’t answer that question. I was just teasing. This blog is for me, even though I say it is for you. But I do write because I love you.
As I review this post I ask myself two questions, “Will this ramble in the woods of my thoughts be of any worth to someone besides myself?” and “Why am I not making dinner?”
I need to make dinner. To those of you whom I saw over Christmas break, I am so grateful for our time together. It was marvelous to be with you.