every day.

Every day, I write in my journal. My journal was a present from Larcy.

I used to write volumes in my journals. I live in paranoid fear sometimes that someone, some day, will find them, read them, point at me and laugh. One day, should anyone find them, I will deny that they are mine. I keep them, though, as they give me good retrospective perspective (on that note, my word I’m glad I dumped my naivete).

Nowadays, I restrict myself. No more than three sentences per day. They’re generally random sentences, they’re not there to recollect events or anything.

They’re there to remind me of something I do not want to forget. A life lesson, maybe a little perspective from that day.

I never share them. They are for me.

But, today’s. I thought I would share today’s:

There you both are…hiding under the covers and laughing…you two and your secret club into which I am sometimes allowed…you’re talking about last night’s dreams…I’m listening and you don’t know I’m in the room. Waking up to your voices, your faces, my favourite peaceful souls. it’s love in the morning that makes my entire day sparkle.

<3