While cleaning my daughter's room last week I found an old journal of mine. It was from the semester of college that I met my husband. I couldn't resist taking a break from my cleaning, so I sat down to read a few pages. This lead to me reading the entire journal.
I discovered I have forgotten quite a bit about myself then. But mostly I learned what a blessing it is that my husband saw through my craziness and loved me. Seriously, I must have thought the world revolved around me.
It was nice to walk down memory lane. It was just as good for me as curling up with my favorite book. I am not saying that my journal is the next best seller. I doubt that it would have the same pull for anyone else. But for me it did what every good book should do. It transported me outside of what I was doing, and dropped me into an experience that pulled at my emotions.
Have you ever written your own love story?