November 14th, 2013

This blog has been bouncing around in the bouncy castle of my brain for sometime. I love the name. Galuzzis love pizza and it is the only way I can help people pronounce my name. "Say Pizza! Galu...tzi! Yes, now you have it!" Yes, a Galuzzi I am. Now. This gypsy girl from 4 states who comes from a mom, step mom, dad, younger brother, adopted brother, half brother, step sister, and half brother married the golden boy from Denver. I get to have a family of my very own. Two girls. I'd never believe it if I wasn't sitting right here, in my own body, basking in the goodness that is given to me. So, here I am. Nervous. Excited. Breathing. Picturing what it can be and hoping it will be all that and more. Overused or not, this feels like giving birth. I know what that feels like. I enjoy it. I finally get to create something others can see. Mostly, I create for myself and my immediate family. I hope to present my weird thoughts, share my experiences as a stay at home momma, and laugh. Just once. A chuckle for understanding, a guffaw for my awkwardness, a snort in annoyance that anybody could be so...odd. My father always said I could be a writer. I'll settle for storyteller or facilitator. I am here to point out grace as I see it and be grateful. Deeply grateful. As Sienna would say "Keep it funky and do what's right!" I aim to keep it that way. Maybe some day, I'll even let somebody read this darn thing.