Photo by Lulu. She and her friend made these this afternoon. Four kinds of cupcakes, four kinds of frosting. Because this is what 16-year-old girls do when they’re bored on a summer afternoon.
Today is my blog’s birthday. Four years old. Time for a party.
Last year on wonder farm’s birthday, I got all maudlin and retrospective about how much this blog has meant to me, and how it’s evolved over the years. Go ahead and read that post if you’re curious; I’m keeping my eyes dry for birthday #4.
But I did something else last year that turned out to be a whole mess of fun, and I’m planning to make it a wonder farm birthday tradition. I asked you to leave a comment, and wish my blog a happy birthday. This was my plea:
Do me a favor, would you? Would you leave me a comment, and wish my blog a happy birthday? Even if you never leave comments, even if you’ve never commented before, might you try? Because it’s my blog’s birthday, and I’m having a party. And it isn’t a party if you don’t have guests, and flies on the wall don’t count.
What a delight it was to hear from my readers–some who comment on post after post, some whom I’d never met before. It really did feel like a party, and there I sat in the middle of it, smothered in gifts.
Because your comments really are gifts to me. My stats tell me that people are dropping by, and the likes and tweets and pins assure me that people are sharing my words with others. But nothing connects me to a reader like a comment does. Your words tell me that you’re reading along, that you’re coming back, maybe even having a laugh and learning a thing or two. Wouldn’t it be nice if we could comment on every blog post we enjoy? Yet we’re all busy, darting from one thing to another–in life, on the Internet. I know. I still read blogs. I flit from one to another: reading, smiling, learning. But my comments are rare. It’s hard to find the time.
If you can find a little time today, I would love to hear from you. Just a quick happy birthday! so those uncongenial blog stats can be replaced by names. It would make my day.
I will eat a cupcake in your honor and picture you all sitting around me, smiling.