Dear Just One More Page (or JOMP, as I’ve come to affectionately call you),
This is a hard letter for me to write. I remember when you were just a passing fancy of mine, and now here you are, a year old. Before I know it you’ll be up and leaving me, off to find a blogger who doesn’t insist on holding your hand while we upload posts and insist on signing out at your bed-time.
It’s certainly been a tough year on us both. There were times when you refused to let me log in – remember that? I did not seem to enjoy it as much as you did. There were days – no, weeks – where I didn’t have the time or, dare I say it, the inclination to update. I’m sure you felt abandoned, but please, it was not your fault.
You make me smile when you pass on the kind comments you collect from other bloggers while out on your journeys, and you make me sigh when you feel the need to point to the staggering pile of books I have yet to review. I know this precociousness is my fault, I gave you too much freedom as a wee bloglett.
But despite all this, all the ups and downs and refreshing of pages, I want you to know that you’re in my heart, always.
Happy Birthday, Jompy.