Talking to Houston

Do you remember the scene in the movie 'Apollo 13' when the manned capsule is re-entering the atmosphere and they temporarily lose communication with the ground? It's a great analogy a good mentor once gave to me as a way to view the teenage-raising years (more on that later) but it's also a good way to describe the last three missing years on this blog. What started as the beginning of the end of our PC also turned into the beginning of the end of blogging. I regret that. For myself, I regret that. Looking back over past posts, I realize there were many moments in our family I would have otherwise forgotten had they not been photo journalized, and they were all the little things that make the whole big sundae of life. How tragic they would have been as forgotten! So, of the last 3 years, we've taken lots of pictures (thankfully) and lived another scoopful, but I haven't written a word. Not one word. And that is tragic... potentially. No more time to rue, I'm armed with my Mac, fresh in inspiration, and ready to pick up the best I can with where we left off. So much. God give me keen memory! Here's to three years and counting...