I was going to sit down and write about something completely silly, and frankly, uninteresting and unnecessary...especially to the few who actually sit down and read through this rubbish. But I can't. I use this as a journal, quite often and probably more than I should. I, obviously, don't mind that anyone reads it, but I write for me. Sure, sometimes it is to keep people appraised of what is happening in the Garver household, but for the most part I just write what I feel, what makes sense to me at the time, what I want to complain about at the time...whatever.

Oddly enough, however, I feel very overwhelmed right now. I just got through reading parts of a blog recommended by Julie and realized that what I had intended to write about doesn't really matter. In the scheme of things, it isn't exciting, or write worthy. So instead, I'd much rather just tell you that, I love you.

To my good friends, new friends, blogging friends, and family...I sincerely appreciate you and love you. The things that I've learned from you have improved me in ways I cannot even express properly. Words of encouragement when I have been down or sick have come freely from many of you and has been received with a grateful heart.

I know that God loves each of us and our purpose here is to be the very best we can, to endure and return to Him. I often hope that I'm doing it right, that I might be making a difference...

Anyway, what I'm trying to say is that you all have made a difference to me. So, thanks. ya.