Life's Greatest Moments

I have felt for a very long time that I should start a blog.  I'm not sure why that is, my initial thought is that I simply need a place to write down my thoughts.  That may be true; it also may be true that I need to better document our adventures as a family.  My hope is that I can accomplish both, and in the process if my writings help or touch some of you along the way that will be an added bonus.

Life is a funny thing.  As I get older I am learning that there is so much joy to be felt, and along with all of that amazing joy comes what some might call godly sorrow and sadness.  Experiencing both is why I believe we are here.  There is no way to describe the pain and suffering that comes with losing a loved one, and there is no greater joy than meeting a new family member for the first time.  I remember when I graduated high school I was extremely sad that that part of my life had ended; I had no idea that the experiences that lay in wait for me would be just as joyous, just as difficult, and just as rewarding. 

Graduating high school was when I really learned that life is full of moments, and many of them are joyful ones.  Many of them are also extremely difficult and sad.  These moments shape who we are, and who we will become.  All of that being said, I guess I decided to begin writing to capture our moments and document both the good and the bad we experience as a family. 

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