If my house were ever to catch fire, besides obviously trying to get my family out, I’d probably make a mad dash into Rover’s room and retrieve this book from his bookshelf. We don’t have scrapbooks in our home, but I do have this little green journal.
Celebrating Morgan’s birthday last week has me thinking about my children and their birth days. I’m so thankful to have a mother-in-law who has faithfully journaled for {probably} most of her life. If you were to poke around her house a little you’d likely find a journal on the kitchen table, by the phone, and on her ottoman. She keeps paper and pen handy at all times, for her prayers, her to do lists, and for other thoughts that cross her mind… most are captured in her various journals and notebooks. When Morgan was born she showed up at the hospital with the journal above and recorded the events of the day. When Paige was born I brought it back out for her to record the birth day events. And poor Rover {clearly 3rd child} also was recorded in the flowered journal. That green flowered journal is very precious to me. I love the details it holds about the weather, who was there, and even little details like the fact that I stayed in the same hospital room with John Martin that both of my sister-in-laws stayed in with my niece and nephew.
Looks like one of her grandchildren inherited her love of the paper and PENCIL!
That’s our church bulletin tucked ever so carefully inside hanging out at the bottom, the one that announced Paige’s birth.
If you haven’t had babies yet… or if you have but plan to have more I think you might should pick up a little journal and let someone in the waiting room record the events of the day. I guarantee it will become your favorite book.
I better run, I need to text Justin a picture of this journal to remind him that there are still 50 something pages left in the journal that need to be filled out…
Your kids will cherish this one day – the same way you cherish your little green journal from you mom.
