Journal

Years ago, we had a home teacher that encouraged our family to journal on a regular basis. We tried. We probably did 2 weeks worth. We failed. I tried again a year later. I even put a pen next to my journal. I never wrote in it. I tried again this last year. I even put my journal on my nightstand. Nope. Didn't happen. I was just not cut out for journaling after I had kids. 

I remember having a blog around the time that Aimee was born. I loved it and it helped remind me of all the wonderful parts of my life that I saw every day. I would purposefully look for the good in my daily life, even though I felt like life was sometimes swallowing me whole. I look back at those times very fondly, hardly remembering all the daily drudgery that I had to deal with. Yes, I do remember bits and pieces, but the memories that I wrote down and documented in pictures are far more clear in my mind.

Two weeks ago it hit me. My blog WAS my journal! Instead of being locked up and "private" until after I was old and dead, like most journals, my family gets to read my journal while I am still young and alive. I still benefit from keeping a journal and my kids get to have fun looking at all their pictures and reading all the things I write about them. So far, this is the most successful I have been at keeping a journal since I got married twelve years ago.  Hopefully Ryan will jump on board and add to this "journal". (hint, hint)

For the sake of journaling, here is one of my favorite things to see. 

This sweet girl is trying to get the music started on the keyboard so she can dance. I can't take a picture of her while she is dancing because it embarrasses her.