I’d been going back and forth on starting one of these. Wasn’t sure I could really commit to keeping it going. However, my greatest fear is that something will happen to me while my daughter’s too young to really know me. That I’d die before I could impart all the important stories that make me who I am, the mother I am to her, the lessons I’ve learned and hope she won’t need to repeat.

This was always a fear, but one I tried to dismiss and comfort myself that nothing could or would happen. Then two weeks ago, a friend died. He left behind a 7-year-old that I know he loved dearly. I was reminded that while odds are I’ll live to a ripe old age, I can’t be sure.

So this blog is for my daughter. To keep track of me, my stories, my lessons for her. Just in case.