Swimming Alone in a Pool of Nothingness and It Feels Good!

My sweet, loving, adorable manly husband is my only blog reader.  That bothers him.  He thinks it should bother me too. But it really, really doesn't.  I don't write this blog in the hope of attracting followers.  I write it so there's something of myself out there for my friends and family to keep tabs on me, if they choose. And besides, I'm not much of a diary keeper, and on the off-chance that my little ones will want to know more about me as a budding mama, they'll have a resource that's likely more lasting than a spiral notebook.

Last night, I dreamed of Spanish Moss in bare trees with multicolored leaves on the ground and I could actually smell the cold in the air. I wasn't anywhere special, just outside in the cold. I love the cold! One day, I'd love to move to someplace where it actually gets cold.  Maybe Denmark, since I've got family there. (Hej, Broder!) But more likely Norway, so I could see the Northern Lights.  Canada's too familiar to be exotic, so Northern Europe would be good, at least to visit. I'd kind of like to see the sun rise at midnight.  But to be truthful, I will probably never make it there. By the time we've saved enough money to be able to afford to take our time in another country, we'll probably be too old to go and will likely just give the money to our kids.  That's why we're doing everything we're doing: to give our kids better than we ever had when we were kids.  Maybe they'll have kids and try to give them better, too. 

That's sort of my only real dream: give my children better so they'll do better and keep going, getting better, making the world a better place, generation after generation.  Otherwise, it would all be a waste.  Everything I do, I do for my family because that's all we have in this world.  Friends, even best friends, come and go but your family's yours no matter what. Sometimes, that's good, sometimes that's bad, but they're there, and that's all that matters.