and we are all different.
Bloggers that is.
Yesterday I had the distinct privilege of lunching with a group of bloggers.
Normally when I tick off boxes of things that apply to my person . .
it has recently seemed that as far as my age goes . .
the box I tick is lower and lower in the row. . .
but when I sent in my rsvp . .there was no age limit box to tick and so before they had a chance to change their mind. . .
I whipped up a wee batch of Charlottes Maple Twists . .
printed off my map. .
and drove under big black and white poofy clouds to the bloggy luncheon party.
Upon arriving ..
I was greeted with hugs as girls who have been friends a long time tend to do.
I was made to feel welcome and comfortable in the home I had never been.
About the blogging girls . . .
I met their beautiful children . .
I saw the kindness in the friendship between them . .
I saw the love they have for their families .. .both immediate and extended. . .
and I recognized the connection between us all.
What we talked about . .
We wondered about the people that read our blog . . .but don't want us to know that they do . .
we wondered about people who leave comments but not their name . . .
we shared our reasons for blogging . .
and how it has brought groups of women together . .
being encouraged and encouraging along the way.
that is how I spent 2.5 hours yesterday afternoon.
I'd say it was time well spent.
They were the two girls within the group who's blogs I always read and who inspired the beginning of the blog you read today.
When I read their blogs . ..
I offer a word in response . .
and then . . .
I always leave my name . .
because that is who I am.