If you’re a journaler, reading back through your old journals can be interesting, fun, and embarrassing. “Why did I write THAT? Must. destroy. before. I. die.” crosses your mind here and there.
But the other night I found a treasure hidden among the nostalgia and quirky:
So glad I dated this. Josh had been drawing in church. On the way home I asked him what the pictures were. As only 6 year old Josh could, he stated,
and, my favorite words of wisdom,
“No FLying Kites in Church”
Of course. Why hadn’t I thought of that?