We have a journal that my husband started back on January 2, 1998. It's about family stories. Some are stories of our ancestors and some are stories of the kids growing up, and some entries are of Jim's thoughts.
Inside the journal you will find a picture of the house we raised our kids in.
Also you will find an introduction or message to our kids.
I recently picked the journal up because it was not in it's usual place, which is in the drawer of the table that sits beside Jim's chair in the living room. I started reading the entries for the millionth time and laughed and cried all over again.
I read an entry about our youngest and I was laughing so hard, I called her down to find out if she remembered the story that was written about her. She did, and she was the one who had taken the journal out of it's place. She was reading it and wondered why her Dad hasn't written in it in so long? I told her to ask her Dad that question.
I wonder who will get this book when Jim and I are gone? Lauren said she wants the book and mentioned that a few others want it too. Maybe they'll have to make copies for everyone.
I think I will always laugh and cry no matter how many times I read this journal.