Life has been getting to me lately. Sometimes in a good way, sometimes in a bad way, but I always try to learn and grow from life no matter how it may be presenting itself at any given moment. Something that has weighed on my mind lately is the legacy I will pass on to my children and how much I want them to know that I love them with all of my heart. There are moments I want to remember and I want them to know everything that I was feeling during these moments as well.
So I went to the store and picked up two simple journals (I already had a blank journal that my parents had given me for Christmas) with the intention of buying something nicer next time around when I had a bit more money, in the meantime I just wanted to get started. One journal for each of my children. Something that I can fill with my own handwriting, something they can read when they are older and need advice or just want to be comforted, a treasure just for them, all about them.
So I'd like to try to remember (yes, I said try) to post a letter each Sunday. Something that I hope will inspire you to start something similar for your children or another of your loved ones. Start a journal for a future spouse or a child that has not yet come into being. Just start writing.
August 29, 2010
I have to tell you, Marah, there is not much in this world that makes me as happy as when you crawl into my bed in the mornings to snuggle with me. I love the feeling of your warm, fresh from sleep, body up against mine. The smell of your hair against my nose, the tickle of your fingers as they trail up and down my arms, the flutter of your eyelashes against my cheek.
This is a moment I treasure particularly because I know it cannot last forever... or, maybe it can.
When you're a teenager, don't be embarrassed to come snuggle with me. When you're married, don't be afraid to kindly explain to your husband that your mornings are reserved for your mother. And when you have kids of your own, feel free to bring them with you and I will gladly snuggle you all.
I love you.
Make each day count.