I have been meaning to post this blog for a few weeks now but have found myself so busy and had forgot about it unti today. Not long ago Mitch's Dad had us up for dinner at his house and I found myself in Mitch's old room, remininsing about our life and time together. Mitch's room is almost exactly the way he left it when we moved in together almost 10 yrs ago. His old posters, clothes, keepsakes, books...is all there. I found myself reaching for our high school yearbook when I saw a book that was labeled Journal. Being his wife, I knew he hasnt kept much from me so I felt okay about reading it. In it I found some of the most precious memories and feelings that Mitch had had from the time he started taking the missionaries lessons up until Caleb was about three yrs old. I couldnt put it down. I felt kinda bad I spent the majority of the night enthrathed in this book. Mitch has always been such a good writer and often starts stories and novels, he hopes to finish someday, so reading this was the best of both worlds...his nice writing combined with the memories of the first few years of our life together. I was crying and laughing throughout reading it all. It brought back some very wonderful, special memories and some not so good ones. I could see how much we have grown up and grown together. I found this to be such a profound lesson to me. Keep a journal! I understood the importance behind what the church has so heavily asked us to do. Mitch was able to write down some memories of Caleb that I had completely forgot about until I read them in his journal. It also reminded me of what a strong testimony Mitch has in the gospel. Mitch was baptized on June 10, 2000. Ten years ago. Oh how fast those ten have gone. How wonderful, how hard, how trying, how rewarding they have been. I am proud of him. I love what a tender, sweet husband he is and what a loving, dependable, dedicated Father he is to our kids. I couldnt have asked for more. Truly.
I am grateful for having a husband and my kids to have a father who so deeply realizing how important it has been to keep a journal. To keep a record of our lives together. I know I was blessed to read it and to have a record of the important thing in our life and just the everday memories we have shared. Thank you Mitch.
Happy Father's Day!




