Breaking in the Blog

I've wanted to blog for sometime now. Every once in a while, I will get a spurt of creativity and think about starting one. It always fizzles out. But not today. Today I'm writing in this blog. It's going to be a mish-mash of my life as a mother, my ramblings and possibly (and when I say possibly, it doesn't mean probably) some very deep and inspiring thoughts. Blogs are just personal diaries thrown open for the entire planet to read. So I'm going to try my best to utterly embarrass myself in front of everyone. The world's a stage...might as well dance on it.

As I watched my precious daughter run naked across her room this morning, I was struck at how fleeting time is. This is really cliched, but it seems like just yesterday she was a tiny infant, completely dependent on me and me, totally overwhelmed and floundering. Now she's a happy, healthy 14-month-old. She has such a spark of life to her, and I guess that's why I've named this blog "The Creative Spark." When I observe her it makes me want to write again; to document all that happens because time is fleeing and I won't get these precious moments back. She won't be calling "mama" from her crib much longer because she'll be talking and climbing out of bed. She won't be tottering around dragging stuffed animals, she'll be running and time will be passing. Soon she'll be dancing on-stage instead of just watching the others. I'm just an observer on her journey. It makes me feel very helpless and rather old.

Ella right after church on Easter!