Dear Diary...

Ever since I was a little girl, I have written in a journal. My mom was really good about having us write in our journal every Sunday. This was one thing I didn't mind doing. 

I enjoyed it then. I enjoy it now. I enjoy putting my thoughts down on paper. 

However, now it is quite a bit harder to actually sit down and write things down. 
When Emma was born, I started a journal that I try to write in for her. 
It is my plan to continue this until she's 18 and then give it to her before she starts college. 
I plan to do the same thing with Kaitlyn. 
Why yes, Kaitlyn is already 14 months. I'll get on it...Eventually. 

I write about all kinds of things. Back in the day that included crushes, friends I had, things I did at school and church, and sometimes I went so far as to write down what I wore.

 And I put stuff in it as well. Tickets, cards, pictures, anything I had at the time. 

Some might call me a pack rat. My husband certainly does. I kept everything. 

I kept every single letter my grandpa wrote me. These are things I'll cherish FOREVER.

Thanks mom for forcing having me write in my journal every.single.Sunday.

I feel like it's made me a better person.