Ten Years and Tenure

My four-year-old niece is visiting us this week. The girls have only ever met her once before and are in cousin heaven!

Last week, my blog turned ten years old. TEN YEARS OLD. My first post was nothing interesting, but I enjoyed going back and reading my second post ever. When I started this blog I was the 30-year-old mother to two little girls, The Maestro was finishing his last year of his doctorate in orchestral conducting, and I thought I would start a blog because I was too busy to open my journal to write in it.

I'm so glad I did.

I mean, if I never wrote a blog, I wouldn't remember any of the hilarious things my children said when they were little. Seriously, go read about the rants that Bria used to have while in time-out (I kind of miss those--now I just get 14-year-old sullenness). Or deep thoughts from Chloe and wheeling and dealing by a tiny Sophia.

It's been fun to watch my family grow up on my blog in the last ten years--Sophia's entire life has been documented on this blog! To watch our family move from Arizona to Utah to Michigan.  To have a record of little epiphanies I've had, how I run my household, lots of photos, and the wonderful traditions we share as a family.

But my blog became much more than a journal. I am thankful every day for the relationships I have made from blogging, for the creative outlet it has been for me, and for saving me from a deep depression while living in Cedar City. I'm thankful for every person who ever reads it--the girl who started a blog on a whim ten years ago would be completely shocked to know just how many of you there are.

So thank you.

In other news--much bigger news than a blogiversary--The Maestro was officially granted tenure on Friday morning.

Coming home as an associate professor! And a creepy photobomber in the background...

Ten years ago he was not quite finished with his doctoral studies, working on his dissertation while simultaneously taking care of my very sick and pregnant self and now he is a bona-fide, tenured professor!

Chloe couldn't understand why he got tenure since we've only lived here six years. Turns out that she thought tenure was ten-year.

So, obviously that means that my blog is now officially tenured. You'll never be able to get rid of me now!

Happy Sunday!

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