My Father's Daughter

I've been posting sporadically on my Xanga site for about two years in a lame attempt to keep my family updated on life and all that. Hasn't gone too well. I haven't really found my voice there. I used to love writing but now when I sit down at a computer I mind sort of goes numb. I want to go back to the days of clever writing with direction and well constructed ideas. Xanga didn't seem to lend itself to that. I think this blog will also pretty much just be a place for me to put a quick thought or two down "on paper" or keep my friends posted on life. But maybe something worthwhile will come out of it too. I hope so.

I've been thinking a lot recently about how I truely am my father's daughter. I see it as a hallmark of my life. I absolutely love my dad, Jack, and miss him terribly (he lives many, many miles away). I often catch myself doing or saying things and realize that it's a reflection of him. I'm learning to love my heavenly Father too and want to catch myself doing or saying things that reflect Him. Hopefully you will see some of that here.