You know what this party needs?

Ewww. No-- just kidding. Security!

I know things have been pretty serious around here, kids. I promise that I'm not sitting in a darkened room somewhere listening to Chopin and underlining Summa Theologica. After all, I only find time to blog when Eva and Silas are napping or in "quiet" time or after they're in bed, so rest assured that the majority of my days are spent doing normal stuff like scrubbing crayon off the high chair or Stainsticking ketchup out of socks. I make the food, I give the hugs, I read the books, I play with the trucks. I do a mean Elmo impersonation.

Anyway. While this blog is just one shiny facet of my sparkly, sparkly life, it's my place to work out the things I think about while making said food or playing with said trucks. And since we're on the topic of my stay-at-home-momness: for a number of years on the blog here I talked about how I didn't want to work more than part-time, even as I knew I'd need to, eventually. Well, that's changed. I now look forward to devoting myself to something full-time in a couple of years, and I think that's exciting.

Why the change? Well...I've changed. When Eva was born, I was burned out from a job that "worked" for me, in a way, but was ultimately not a great fit with the goals I have for my life. When we moved to VA, I left that job, and since we were trying for another baby, I decided to stay at home for a while. It also bears saying that when my children came into my life, the love I felt for each of them was so fierce and all-consuming that I couldn't imagine loving anything else as much, or wanting to devote more than just a small slice of my life to anything else (and a large part of that was being unhappy in my chosen career). Eventually, slowly but surely, things began to shift.

I'm not sure what the next few years will hold, exactly. I have hopes that I hold prayerfully close but keep behind the curtain, because as much as I love this blog, I cherish my privacy more. There was a time I felt jerked around by seemingly tell-all writers around the web who would write up and down and to the sides of something but never completely "go there," but I realize now that nobody really tells all. No one should.

Ultimately, I hope my readers will be patient with me. (Seriously-- "readers," plural, seems both overly optimistic and weirdly formal in a Roman consulate sort of way. Hail Caesar.) But yes, I hope you'll be patient, because it's unlikely to get much more transparent, and it's just as unlikely to be less God-centered. I said things would get "a little Jesusy" at one point. Well, I guess they're more like a lot Jesusy, but c'est la vie. More properly, c'est ma vie, and I'm proud of it. And thrilled by it. And kind of in awe of it, too.