A quick look

I ran across some old journal entries on paper. Oh, the things I used to agonize over 🤦🏽‍♀️ Even the things I thought meant the world to me.

Today, I want to remember how grown up Quinn looked today in her pony tail and hoodie. The giggles as we built our first snowman, or the way she kept trying to lick it like her own personal snow cone. Or the way she can’t quite say boots, so it comes out as ‘boops’ and makes me laugh every time.

I want to remember the way Quinn and James looked together as they walked up the snow covered hill hand in hand, laughing. I want to remember how sweet James was today when he took over the laundry without complaint, instead of the stupid fight he decided to pick just before bed.

There are so many things I wish I could back and tell myself when I look back in my journals. I wonder what I wish I could have told myself today, in ten years.