not this cute anymore!
Let me say that I am so glad he found a sweet, fun girl to marry. so.very.glad. Why did I not realize that feeling at home around him was actually LOVE? The fact that I called him by his (my) last name for the first year+ that I knew him makes me smile. When we got engaged, I finally started calling him Aaron and it was... weird.
Reading entries from long ago-- and even some from not so long ago-- just proves how important it is to keep a journal. My mother set such a great example for me as a child. Maybe I have said this before, but she was the queen of documenting our childhood. She has volumes of hand-written journal entries (if only blogging was in back in the day!) and most of her entries begin like this-- "dinner hasn't been started and the laundry has yet to be put away, but I must write down what ________ said this afternoon." Looking back, it doesn't really matter that the laundry was put away-- eventually it must have gotten done. Those journal entries are priceless.
Traditionally, on our birthdays, we would sit around as a family and my mom would read from her journal entries about the particular birthday child. Of course, the same stories were told every single year, but we all loved it and laughed even though we'd heard it many times before. My first birthday away from home, my mom copied a few stories from my childhood written in her journal and sent them to me at college. I cried on my bed as I read them to myself-- wishing I was at home celebrating with my family.
Lesson for Monday: document more. stress less. don't ever do your laundry. laugh at yourself when you read tidbits from years ago when you were a clueless college student and didn't see MR. RIGHT when he was staring you in the face. be very grateful that he married you anyway. oh, and send your college kids copies of your journal pages when they are homesick.
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I loved this post Janet! I've been doing good at writing in my journal lately, but I'm sure I'm very clueless right now and I'll later learn that.
I love that mom told stories about us on our birthdays. Love you Janet
now I know why you're such a great documentor of your kids lives- you had such a great mom to show you how and WHY. I need to take your advice and finally start a blog. i feel guilty.
and I never knew about your "rocky" summer. I thought you guys didn't date at all until you were engaged. do tell.
Happy Late Birthday, Janet. I'm glad you had a good one. My journal entries are not this cute when I look back on them. Sometimes I wonder why I even keep them because they just bore me. Maybe someday I will appreciate them.
I LOVE this post...and that's all I got to say about that.
Oh my.. loser of a friend I am! Happy Birthday like 5 months late, or at least it might as well be. Happy Day you amazing thing you. Seriously......amazing.
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