for the record
I decided just to follow a template on this one, since I wanted the focus to be more on the journaling than anything else. Simple, but I hope not plain. CC always wanted, always needed.
PSE5
Keri Schueller 'Cozy Christmas Collection' (yay alliteration!): paper solid red
Jackie Eckles 'Quirky Stitches Vol. 1'
Julia Makotinsky and Amy Wolff 'Autumn Radiance' collab: flower
Taylormade 'For the Record' freebie template
Perpetua and Old Typewriter fonts
Before I even knew you, I dreamed of you. I saw you as a playful, extroverted little girl who made everyone happy by just being in their presence. I don’t know if my dream was a gift from God, or just who I wanted you to be, but you turned out exactly like what I had envisioned. I have always been so proud at how you set everyone at ease, even those who are normally uncomfortable around children, and how you never meet a stranger. This Christmas Day, however, I got a shock that maybe not everyone saw you in such a light. Several of my relatives kept going on and on about how you were me all over again. At first I thought they were speaking of our looks, but the clarification came when they mentioned that we get who were as children twofold with our own kids. I have been told before by these relatives that I wasn’t the calmest and most obedient of children, so I know they weren’t complimenting me on your behavior. This dumbfounded me; you were running around having fun, laughing and pulling people around, showing them all the things that bring wonder and joy to you. You are nearly two; I’m not sure how they were expecting you would act. I am not one of those parents who see no wrong in their children; I can clearly tell when you are acting badly and I don’t try and make excuses for it. This was not one of those times. I want you to know, for the record, that no matter what these women said, I am still and will always be proud of you. I love your effervescence, your joy in life and in people. I love how you can be in a small room, filled with 20 tall strangers, and still literally dance to the music in your head. I love how affectionate you are, and how you love to shower your little sister in kisses. I love how passionate you can be, trying to convince us of something in the strange concotion of words and gibberish that only you fully understand. I love how you have turned my life into a collection of moments, and brought joy back to the mundane. I love how much you love to say ‘please,’ ‘thank you,’ ‘welcome (you’re welcome),’ ‘bless you,’ and the noises that mean ‘yes mam’ and ‘sir.’ I love how you get a mischevious look on your face when you’re about to do something you know is wrong; it makes things so much simpler, baby. I love how you sing along with anything you hear. I love everything about you, Aly. Just so you know, just for the record, when people say that they can definitely tell that you’re my child, I’m immeasurably proud.
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