How did that happen?

I journal daily.  Old school, in a book, with a pen.  I want my family to have something to hold onto, to open, to read, long after I'm gone.  It sits by my nightstand and I try to write daily.  When one book is full, I move on to another.  Currently, my journal sits on my nightstand with the books that we read to Nella while she is nestled up in my tummy.  It shares space with my prenatal vitamins and my chapstick, both bedtime must-haves.

When I went to date this morning's journal entry it dawned on me that my due date is exactly 3 months from today and we're now headed into the 3rd trimester.  Everything seems to be going by so quickly. 

The Good Stuff

I thought about blogging, but then I realized that I'd rather hand write it in my journal.  Yes, I keep a journal.  It's not so much for me as it is for my loved ones in the future.  When I'm 95 years old I want my great grandkids to read all about my life as it is now.  I think that would be pretty neat for them.  Okay, well, it's a bit for me too as I often go back and read it from start to finish.  So yeah, I wrote in my journal, but I'll share that with y'all too.

Journal Entry 10.18.10

I am in love.  It is ridiculous and warm and good.  For all of you that doubted us and said that things would be "different" once we were married - you're right.  Our life is different.  Our love is different.  I am more committed to this man than ever before, just as he is to me.  Our love is so warm and so good.  I have that bursting heart feeling and well, I really like it. 

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That was it for the journal.  I could go on and on.  I know that it's not all wine and roses.  For us, it never has been.  We're real.  We're raw.  Surely we've bickered in the 17 days that we've been married. But when we're loving, man, it's good.  We love harder and more completely.  We give more and get more in return.  It's a beautiful, real love that we share.