The Beginning Blog!

Today my granddaughter is one month old. It's hard to believe, but there it is. She's been here for an entire month! We were all so impatient for her to arrive, and so thrilled when she did.
She is a lovely little girl with a darling smile. Yes- she smiles. I know she isn't supposed to be really smiling yet, but trust me- she does.
I think because I have recently become a Grandma, I have been thinking about my own Grandmother,( I just had one, my father's mother died a few hours after his birth). She always kept a diary. She wrote in it every night before she went to bed. She took it on vacations and wrote in the car, about the sights they passed and what they did. When I turned 12, I think, Grandma started giving me a diary every year too. I wish I had written regularly, but I didn't. Grandma's though- years of them- are still with us! These diaries were a peak into her life, and I think that I want to do something like that for my grandchild.
So, there it is- a piece of my days captured in a blog.  Or at least, that's what I hope it becomes!
Today, we are at our house in Kansas. We bought this place in 2000, for some reason neither of us really could understand, but I loved it the first time I saw it. We lived in Wichita then, and came out here on the weekends to relax. We had begun to take weekend fishing/camping trips around in the area, and thought about getting a cabin of some sort. We found one for sale, and put money down on it, but the family backed out on the sale. We were so disappointed, and I became determined to find a place. We looked at a few, all in Southeastern Kansas. Nothing really seemed quite right until we saw this house. It started out as a single room cabin, and the owners built on and added until it is now about 2400 sq. feet. It has a downstairs, that we have been remodeling this summer, and the main floor, with an addition that is a half story up where Kathy's room is. It's hard to explain this place, and harder to explain how I feel when I am here. There is something comforting about being here. There always has been. It is surrounded by trees, with a small lake across the road. We also have property on that lake, with a little dock. We have a bass boat there, and our fishing gear is stored in an old cabin that was on the lot when we bought it. Our life here is very different from the life we lead in Oklahoma, and a total opposite of what it was like in Louisiana. I'm sure I will write about those years--the Louisiana years, but not today. Today, I am getting a feel for this idea. I have kept journals for many years, but this is different in some way. For now, I think this is enough for a start.