As part of our discussion, he jokingly said I should post it on my blog for input from readers. I responded with, "I don't think anyone reads my blog." He laughed because he always says to me when I make him pose for a picture. For the blog.
I maintain three blogs. Why three? Well, I'm Type-A. I don't want topics to blend. Makes total sense, right? Nonetheless, despite my clean lines between blogs, there are very few followers on any of the three. Alexander's blog is in the lead with twenty-four followers, this blog has twenty-two followers, and the house remodel has...two (thanks Jo-Jo and Auntie!).
Like any other normal person, there are days when I wonder why I bother. Why spend the time when no one is reading it?
Then, I open my email and read, "Alexander is too adorable for words and Marigold is beautiful. What a joy it is to read and see your blog. Aunt Dotty."
Aunt Dotty is my mom's best friend. I had no idea she followed Alexander's blog. I guess I really don't know or can pretend to guess who reads the blogs.
What began as a way to record Alexander's life and keep loved ones updated has become one of my favorite pasttimes. Updating the blogs is a release that I need. From the time I was a little girl, I loved writing in journals. I tried scrapbooking but the perfectionist in me struggled with each page. Now, I can type out my thoughts and add pictures along the way. I take pictures that I normally wouldn't force others to pose for and blame it on the blog. When an event occurs, I think how I can't wait to blog it. And in my free time, I love to surf other blogs out there, even if I don't comment.
In the end, comments from readers aren't necessary.
Unless I want feedback on phones.
So, if you happen to have the Samsung Intercept, or Vi*gin Mobile service, or have an Android phone (and can explain what it does to me), I'd appreciate hearing from you!
Or not. Again, the comments isn't what is important about the blogs.
What's important is that I have found something I love doing and I'm going to keep doing it until I run out of things to say. Or Alexander reaches an age where he no longer wants me to share his life with the world.
I figure that gives me at least eight more years.