The Inauguration of our blog...a year late

It's 2009 and our old-souls are finally accepting the idea of digital connectivity...to a point. It's been hard for us to keep up with friends as we globe trot, so perhaps the format of a blog will allow me, personally, to release all my self-imposed burdens to send out monthly Kodak Galleries and continual e-mails (why are we so resistant to extend grace to ourselves when we've let an e-mail sit in our in-box way too long, but we're so willing to extend it to others when we get an out-of-the-blue message from them?). Not sure about the rest of you wives out there, but my husband decided early on in our marriage that it's the wife's role to keep in touch with friends and family. I've passively rebelled from these expectations, and my husband is now noticing.

Hence this blog. I greatly appreciate his efforts to find an "acceptable" format through which I will more willingly keep the lines of communication open with others, but I suspect he's equally eager to participate now that there's a computer involved, plus there's the lure of "authorship", even if it is only in cyberspace. So, together, as the "two Davises" (pronounced "al-Davis-aan" using the Arabic grammar for dual), we step into the great unknown of Blog Land. Scratch that. No tip-toeing here. We'll jump, arms widespread, carefree, laughing at ourselves as we dust off our old souls and figure this thing out. (BTW, my husband just told me it's not "Blog Land"...it's "The Blogosphere"...see how much I have to learn?)

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Freaky how close to a full year it has been since we attempted to launch our very own blog. It's now January 6, 2010, and we are finally "going public", thanks to the push from my sister. "I didn't know you had a blog," she said after reading a comment I left on her I HEART FACES guest judge posting. "I clicked on the blogger link, and it said I wasn't an invited reader." So, I suppose there is a difference between having a blog and being a blogger, huh? To be a blogger, you kind of need readers. Just like in 2005, when I faithfully read each month's Runner's World magazine cover to cover but refused to lace up a pair of shoes and join my husband on the roads: I definitely had an interest in running, but I was no runner. Have a blog; not a blogger.

When we arrived in Jordan in August, I took the plunge into Facebook land (it truly is a pit of death, if you are not careful!) and Kyle surprised everybody by following suit in December. Yet, Facebook leaves much to be desired when your musings are longer than the typical one-liner. Plus, one of Kyle's new year's resolutions is to write three times a week. I guess those grad school application essays inspired him to work out his "writing muscles" as much as his running ones! So, here we stand on the edge, determined to leap into the blogosphere. It's really okay if we have no followers or closet followers or only family followers. We know, five years from now, that we'll be really thankful for this version of memory-keeping that might, on occasion, have brought a smile to someone's face, encouraged a heart, or hopefully shrunk the miles between us and those we love. And so, with great excitement, we fling our arms in the air and finally leap!