Somewhere around getting married and starting my family the writing slowed and eventually just stopped. I just didn't need it anymore. I will still go through my old notebooks and laugh at my younger, naive self and occasionally weep with a sad, lonely girl.
This morning when I wrote it was like being reacquainted with an old friend who never really left; like seeing some one that you haven't seen in months and realizing that you missed them like crazy. Putting pen to paper made me smile and helped let go of some things I have been carrying. It was just freeing.
Recently, Brooklynne has been spending her days scribbling and writing in notebooks. Her face is serious and she is so proud as she flips from one scribbled page to the next blank page. This makes my heart full, I know it's just scribbles but to her it's everything.
