It’s been three years since The Pilver started.  I have to say my writings have been less ambitious as time has gone on, but I continue to dream of the day when I can sit here and type and receive a paycheck for my words.  Three years ago I was all gung-ho on being a single mom and I felt very strong willed.  My biggest goal was securing a home for The Max with a washing machine and dryer and a green yard outside our front door.

Now, I have that.

Three years ago, I was fairly secretive, but still allowed my dating life to peek it’s head now and then into my blogs.  After a heartbreak that nearly ruined me, I decided to never again talk about relationships.  But as you probably guessed, there is now  a Mr. Pilver.

I’m happy.  I have never been as happy as I am now.  It’s a feeling I know I need to cherish, because though I hope to be relatively happy all my life, hard times will come and I want to remember that joy does return after those difficult times pass.

What I am wondering here now is this:  What am I as I writer?  I felt like a quirky single mom sharing my blessings and hardships through words.  The Pilver was a place for me to relate my adventures and share my stories about my life and The Max’s.  I never thought I’d be in a ‘traditional’ family setting again in my life.  I never thought the possibility of having more children would arise.  (No, I am not expecting).  However, this place feels reserved for me and The Max.  So, I think, for now, it shall remain that.

Maybe in the future, I’ll open up about more additions.  I certainly cannot reserve embarrassment for only The Max.  The others would feel left out for sure.