"remember when.."

Hey tiny.
Confession. I'm a terrible journal writer.
I've purchased dozens of journals over the last 25 years, filled a couple pages, and forgotten about them like I will soon forget certain memories.
Yesterday in church, we learned about the importance of preserving the memories of our elderly. Their existence fades quickly in our minds when we don't have photos and stories to grasp on to.
It struck me how lazy I've been throughout my life. I've learned so many valuable lessons, and experienced some hilarious things that I so desperately want you to learn about when you're older, but I haven't taken 10 minutes each day to record said moments.
It fills me with regret, and I refuse to make the same mistake again.

Now, I'm not about to go back and write my personal history, but I can certainly start yours.
Daddy and I have had the time of our lives with you the last 8 months, and I want you to read all about it one day.
No, it won't give you bragging rights over your siblings. When they come along, this will be for them too.
But for now, Sadie Jane, I write to you.

xo//xo
mommy