Journaling

in preparing for my big high school reunion this coming weekend, I went through some boxes that I had in the basement of old stuff. It is fun to go back and remember those days, whether they be good or bad, everything that happens in your life, is what helps make you who you are today. I look back and laugh at the boys I would be so in love with that I would die if he didn't call me and I worried so much, but don't all teenage girls. But I did find a treasure - I found the journal that I kept when Steve and I started dating. At first I was just going to through it away, but after reading it, I am going to keep it. It is part of who we are, it is part of why we are together, it as I told him, is our love story in writing. Well, it is me basically writing how I am waiting for him, he was always the shy one :)

For as long as I can remember I have kept a journal. I may not write in it every day but I would always write thoughts and feelings down. This blog, this all started out as an outlet of my emotions and feelings for what dad had to go through, along with Uncle Wally. This became more than I thought it ever would. I also have a journal that I write in, there is just something about writing that is still therapeutic to me, it is simple and it makes your hand cramp sometimes, but I love doing it. There are days that I think that I should just close this site down and I wonder who reads it and who doesn't. But then I remember the promise I made to dad that I would always keep it going. I am not even sure he read it, maybe occassionally but I am sure it was hard for him, because it was sure hard for me to write it.

So I continue on with this journal, this journal of thoughts of my family and friends, of endless pictures of the boys and ramblings. And I don't care how many people read it, if anyone reads it or not, it is my theraputic and I love doing it :)

What a Monday - how gross and yucky it is outside. Need an ark to get through all of this rain. I hope everyone had a great weekend!!! I hope everyone tries to stay dry and is safe.

Happy Monday!

Miss and love you dad ~ so much.

Much love to all,