This is my first blog post.

Yup, that’s me. Blog virgin, newbie, rookie….feels special right?  One small step or something like that.  Writing this is kind of a relief actually. There always has to be a first.

Now please don’t confuse “first” with “newest”.  Nothing cutting edge over here. We are not talking the blackberry with track pad or wave here…this is no zoomba.  We’re talking “first” like Jane Fonda aerobics, or that huge bag cell phone we had when I was in high school.

Think Commodore-64 with a tape deck kind of first.

Also, please don’t think I mean “first” as in “fundamental” I started writing this “intro to me” kind of thing.  Like a summary of all that I would be talking about in the future. But who knows really?  I don’t.  Life is dynamic, that’s the fun.  I’m tons of things.  I have three kids and they are cooler than I am.  I run a business.  I hate bananas.  I live in Canada.   I’m a vegetarian. I own a Vespa. I don’t really know how to drive my Vespa.  I might write about some of that stuff, or there may be another adventure around the corner.

I deleted my actual “first blog”…which I guess makes this my second, how awesome is that.

It is funny how we don’t remember so many of our firsts.  I cannot remember the first word I ever wrote.  Or the way it felt the first time I tasted ice cream.  I do not remember the first moment that my youngest, Tessa, opened her eyes and looked at me.  But I do remember how it felt to hold my tiny daughter. And as I sit here beside her now writing while she sleeps, I do remember how her skin shines and to take the braids out of her beautiful hair before I leave her here to sleep.

I do not remember the first blog I ever read or even the first book.  But I do know the one book that ever made me cry and the first one I ever gave as a gift to someone else. I remember the first book that made me understand what it felt like to be all alone with only your pen and thoughts to keep you company.

Firsts are scary and exciting.  Sometimes they are fleeting and forgettable and sometimes they knock you over and clouds roll in and you forget to breathe. First also means one.  As in one down, infinity to go…

You know that smell, the smell of a new baby’s tiny head….that’s what this blog smells like…baby head.  Enjoy it, because soon enough I’ll be all grown up.

 Alison