Journaling for myself and future children
I received the most beautiful journal yesterday. Tooled italian leather - the softest thing I have ever held in my life - with a lovely border debossed on the cover. I'm a bit embarrassed to say I held it to my face for a while because I couldn't get over the smell. The pages are sturdy, lined, and very receptive to ink. I've missed journaling so much, and I'm excited to get back into it. I've always done better when I wrote "to" someone, and I think this time I may write to any children I may have in the future. Record my memories and family history for them, so they know their own history.
I want them to know their ancestors' stories. The lavender-harvesters in France who sailed overseas to make a new life in Acadia. The stories passed down about their exile to across the country. How they hid and settled deep in swamps and became blacksmiths and fur trappers. Recipes and stories passed down through generations.
I want to record them for myself too, while I'm young and can remember so clearly. They may provide warmth when my memory fades and loved ones are gone decades from now.