The number of years I have come here to write my life and feelings.
One thousand three hundred thirty.
The number of days I have had something to say and have come here to say it.
Nine thousand seventeen.
The incredible amount of times you’ve chosen to comment on my ramblings. Bless you for making this a two-way conversation.
The number of people who have chosen to be called “followers” of this little blog. That sounds cultish. But what it really means is that eighty-two of you have decided I’m worth reading every day. Thank you.
The number of times I’ve thought about quitting this altogether. Then I think about the number eighty-two. And I think about how much I love this little space of mine and what it means to me and my family so keep at it.
The number of people in my house who give me the support and love I need to make this happen. Oh, and they also give me dirt to write about.
The number of people who have commented on almost every single post I’ve ever written. To my mom, my sister and my friend in Spain . . . I love you! I really, really do.
The only number that counts. One glorious Father in Heaven who gave me the desire and ability to write, who leads my family and my life, who inspires my days and gives me hope. In the end it’s the only number that matters. One is all I need.
The rest of the numbers are a bonus that when added up equal one grateful Dragonfly.