This is my last post on this blog.
I am very sad to let it go, but hear me out.
Anna June turns eight years old today. For eight wonderful years, you have let me gush on as if my wonderful, beautiful, brilliant and amazing child has been the most interesting subject in the world.
To me, she is.
I want to know everything about her. I want to know how her day was. I want to know what she learned at school. I want to know about her grades. I want to know who her friends are. I want to know what she thought was funny, sad, outrageous, interesting, and cool. I want to know her thoughts about dinner and God and how school really is and life and chores and the color blue.
And I want to share all of that with you.
But now Anna June is eight years old.
She has become her very own person, who has thoughts and feelings and ideas and passions and fears and preferences. You know, a personality.
She is a person, and not a character. This is not The Truman Show.
As her own person, she has developed this wonderful introverted personality. She is honest and good and caring and loving. And she has asked that I stop blogging about her.
She is embarrassed.
Before I make it worse, before there are boyfriends and first dates, before there are entrance exams and standardized test scores that mean something, before there is awkward DIY makeup and hair, I am ending this blog.
My plan is to publish all 1500+ posts in book form, and to give a hard copy to each of her grandparents (plus one for us and one for her). Once this is done, I will leave this blog up as an archive until the end of the year, and then, I will take it down.
Obviously, there's nothing on the internet that's ever truly gone, but I want to try to make it slightly more difficult for future friends or enemies to know exactly what days she threw up when she was an infant, for example.
This girl has so many wonderful things in store for her life. I cannot keep doing this if I think there's even one chance it is holding her back, even a little bit.
When I started this blog, AJ was a baby. She could not speak. She could not read or write.
But now, Anna June can do all of those things, very well. If you want to know what is going on with her, ask her. Give her a call. Set up a Google Hangout or a Skype session if you're far away. Spend time with her if you're not. She loves her family very much and would love to see you. She is old enough now that she gets to learn how to build relationships all on her own, without me grabbing on one aspect to write about and then having you feel like you need to start from there.
She has her own stories to tell. I will let her tell them.
I will still be writing, but I will mostly be keeping it to myself. I have a journal and I am hoping to use it. I will probably be writing angry letters to politicians and helping Rusty with his blog. Maybe I'll even be guest posting somewhere or working on a book. But this blog is closing.
Thank you for a wonderful eight years.
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