I had grand plans for writing a post to recognize that one year ago today, Randy and I met and (yes, honestly) fell in love on Twitter.
I’ve tossed around ideas on how to best sum up and capture what this year has meant to me. I Imagined beautiful photo collages. Pictured a timeline tracking the tweets from that night and the following week, incorporating text messages as well. A vlog. Cupcakes (with our names on them, of course) for everyone on Twitter!!
And then my head exploded.
Because really. How can you sum up this last year in a post that captures the reality of it? Sure, I could write a series on it, a la Pioneer Woman. But talking about tweet streams just isn’t a sexy sounding as ranches and high heels. So I’ve wrestled with myself. Should I even bother?
I made a promise to myself, early on, to document our story and I need to stick to that promise to myself. In the end, it comes down to the simple desire to share something meaningful. No matter how small or big. No matter how many or few people even hear our story.
This year will be about unfolding the story. Sorting through it and putting it together. Sharing it with you.
It will probably be messy. And most likely, poorly written (certainly, poorly punctuated and ungrammatically correct). It may make people roll their eyes. But it’s mine. The only story I’ll ever have.
And any story is a story worth telling.
