For his birthday, I gave Rowan a five-year journal -— one of those where you write a line each day for five years, so you can see what you were doing in the years before.
He loves it. He won’t go to sleep until his line is written, and each night, we cuddle together to reflect on what stood out in his mind that day. (Even if it’s usually, “I don’t remember.”)
We both love it, and we haven’t even gotten to what happened in the years before.
(A heads up, I’m OOO next week on vacation, so there will be a pause in these. See you when I get back!)
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