It scares me to think that in ten years time, i could be reading back through this journal and wishing, just wishing, that i was back at this moment. Back at the age of 25 when i still have two babies. I can hear myself thinking at 35 that i didnt savour the time enough. That i got impatient too quickly with the girls or i didnt spend enough alone time with my husband.
I am grateful that i live in a generation where we have blogs. Where i can write about our adventures and memories and it will be saved for us to read years and years later.