It was time for a blog makeover - this happens about every six months, as a pattern. I suddenly decide that it's time for a new appearance in the blogosphere, and I reinvent.
As you might imagine, this biannual restlessness brought some angst. The decision was not so easy.
Is it okay to change it?
Is it okay to show just the three of us?
Is it okay to take Robb off the top?
What does that mean, really?
He's part of our family, part of our every day, and yet we can't see him anymore. Should I pretend that we can?
This has been an intense, major decision.
I find a quiet strength in moving forward as the three of us, rather than pretending nothing has changed.
I realize that most of the people I've ever admired, learned from, found inspiring and life giving - these people live in today, even if yesterday was really very beautiful.
And my children are growing. In the pictures with their daddy, they are smaller, so much younger than today. While the sentence aches inside me, it is no less true.
There are three of us. Whether I believe it or not, it is true.
And if I can find beauty in the three of us? Find the font and the photos and the splash?
Well, that's half of it.
You don't have to look hard to find Robb on the blog... he's here. Just like in our home: he's not front and center, but you don't have to look hard to find him.
We have a new look.