My Journal
Growing up, I was an avid journal writer. I wrote just about every day between 4th grade and 7th grade and at least once a week from then on. I am now so very grateful I did. It has provided great entertainment for my husband and I as we read about my 7th grade crush, the various arguments I got into with my siblings, or the first day I met my husband. I stopped writing in my journal about 2 years ago. As I started to blog more and more, my journal entries became less and less. I found my journal a week and a half ago and realized my last entry was when I was still pregnant with Little Guy. This means I never even wrote about my labor and delivery, or how I felt those first weeks we had Little Guy home. I didn't write about my grandpa passing away, how much I missed him and loved him, or his beautiful funeral where I was able to see all of my cousins and aunts and uncles. I didn't write about my family moving to a completely different state and how much I missed them. ...