My husband told a friend yesterday, “Heather is happy in Blogland.” So I had to clarify, “It’s not Blogland; it’s the Blogosphere!” And yes, I’m pretty happy getting to know all of you here. It’s an interesting, most-of-the-time friendly place.

Well, I hope you’ll take a few minutes and click over to visit Just Marla who is hosting today’s Carnival of Beauty. She’s done a wonderful job of gathering 14 posts sent in by women bloggers writing on the topic, The Beauty of the Bible. I’ve already read a few, and I’m feeling greatly encouraged.

I also want to say hello to several OLD (But not OLD) friends who have discovered my site lately. I’ve been getting a steady stream of out-of-the-blue emails from people I haven’t heard from in years, some even nearly 20 years. That’s what happens when you put your thoughts out there for everyone to read — you never know who you’ll connect with.

My high school class is in the planning stages for putting together our 20-year reunion (now you know how old I am), and we’re emailing each other with this big list of names. So I invited everyone to visit me here, and it’s been pure JOY to reconnect with friends I’d lost touch with. We have so much in common now that we’re not stuck in those silly teenage clicks anymore. Most of my friends also have a house full of little kids (one sweet, soft-spoken friend has a daughter and FIVE sons! I would NEVER have dreamed that!)

Along the same lines, several college friends have discovered my site lately as well, and I love hearing from you and catching up with your lives too. We’re spread out all over the world — yet we can stay in touch better than we could in school when we had to see each other to pass notes. I’m hoping some of my old friends will join me here in the Blogosphere soon — though people are still asking me, “What’s a blog?”

Just as there are all types of people, there are all types of blogs — and many of my favorite bloggers are gathered over at Marla’s, so go visit her Carnival of Beauty and enjoy reading!

P.S. For those of you who’ve asked, my wrist doesn’t seem to be broken, only badly bruised. I fell “up the stairs” on our back porch Monday afternoon, though thankfully I wasn’t carrying our baby. Our back stairs are actually a rock and a cement block because we haven’t had the finances to hire a carpenter to build us steps. I never tripped while pregnant, but now that I’m wearing my FlyLady lace-up running shoes every day, I’m trying to get from here to there too fast. Thanks for your concerns — it’s an ugly, painful bruise.