Happy Birthday Dear Swoons!

Swooning.me is two years old today, and just like with my kids, it feels like it has always been a part of my life. It kinda was. I have always felt my feels in XXXL. The need to want to share those feels combined with our friend FB…lead to swoonie posts, which lead to people suggesting a blog, which lead to….sigh, swoon, sigh…swooning.me.

Swooning is a gift to my mental health. A way to connect, tell stories, reflect, and spread hope in what was a really dark and confusing time. It got me through the pandemic, an artistic outlet when my graphic design business dried up for a bit. I am forever grateful to all who join me in swooning…all 28,000 plus people from over 60 different countries. I mean, Mauritius, Sint Maarten, that rocks. Egypt, Germany, and Turkey, homes of my grandparents and great-grandparents, seriously, it chokes me up.

This picture is taken a few years ago on my Lionel’s birthday…Lionel is my nephew who looks like my daddy, Lionel melts my heart. This bear was sitting against the cold windowsill at a local supermarket, it called to me…like Corduroy, this bear needed to be saved. I grabbed him and got on line, many conversations with strangers ensued, how can you not chat with a 5 foot lady holding a 5 foot bear? As I walked through the parking lot people smiled huge smiles, and as I drove home with my bear belted into the passenger seat, people honked their horns. Joy. I had not even given the gift and my heart was full. The FB post about this adventure popped up a few days ago, and I said to myself, ohhhhhh, this is why I swoon.

So, thank you dear swooners for joining my journey. I am not one to keep up with new hobbies, I am proud I stuck with this one. Thank you for not running away after experiencing my spelling and grammar assaults. Thank you for your comments, your likes, and your support. I am both mortified and honored that you read my thoughts.

xoxo