After reading over some old blog posts yesterday, I realized how much I miss writing! I also remembered how valuable it is. How fun it was to remember this moment of wittiness , this prayer with a once-preschooler , or quiet mornings with this once-baby ! Photos are great. Photos are wonderful. And goodness knows I have enough photos! But somewhere along the line I stopped recording the little, the very special, day to day bits. I sit at my computer with the curser blinking and I have nothing. I desperately want to record, but I find myself lacking the words. So, when I saw my old journal/dairy/book-for-ranting next to my bed last night, I grabbed it. I just started writing until, five pages later, I ran out of ramblings. It felt so good to write! This morning, I reread the older entries in that book, the ones written half a decade ago. They made me cringe. So much negativity! I don't want that and I wouldn't want to be remembered that way. I chucked ...