Many times when I read a really good book, I get sad when I'm approaching the end of it. I get sad knowing there aren't going to be more pages to turn. I get sad that I won't be able to know even more about the characters and their lives. Seriously, I am often pathetically sad when I read the very last page of a book. It's so final. There is always more I wanted to know.
Which is why I'm addicted to blogs.
They are like never ending novels.
I read many blogs of complete strangers. They make me laugh out loud. They make me bawl my eyes out. I genuinely feel happy for them, sad for them, mad for them, close to them. I used to wonder if all the time I spent reading about the lives of these strangers were a waste of time. Time I could have spent reading real books. I once voiced my concern to Rob, and he said something that made so much sense. Blogs are the stories of REAL people. Books (at least all the ones I read) are fictional. In a way, it's almost a waste to read made-up stories, when you can be reading real-life stories. Believe me, they are just as heartbreaking and/or heart-lifting as the stories made up from the imagination of popular authors. Except there probably won't be any flying broomsticks or talking animals.
My blog has kept me in closer touch with my family and friends from Vancouver to Montreal. You have been able to watch Hudson grow before your very eyes. You may have learned something about me that you never knew before. You may like me more, or even like me less, from reading about me. There are times when I know Rob thinks I've divulged too much. But then again I have never been one for keeping secrets (even my own!)!
These pictures are for my parents, who could care less what I write about...as long as there are pictures of Hudson.