Reminiscing...

Dylan is having grandpa day with Barney and Anthony and Preston are taking a nap.  I'm trying to organize the office and find a place for everything while I have a free minute.  During my cleaning frenzy, I came across a bunch of my old journals.  Holy cow, it is so crazy to read about my life. For one thing, everything is so much more dramatic at the time when you're young and have a limited perspective.  I opened to the day my parents got divorced.  You could tell how sad and confused I was.  It was a hard day for me, but I tried to be so brave helping my dad move and stuff.  Weird.  Then I read a bunch of drama from girls camp that made me laugh. Those poor leaders!  Later I found a more recent journal when I lived with my great grandma. It was so sweet to think back on the time I spent with her before she passed away.  She was in and out so sometimes she knew me, sometimes she thought I was my mom or grandma and sometimes she didn't have a clue who I was, but I was always able to reassure her again.  I will treasure those months I spent with her forever.  That was also the time I was dating Marcos and got engaged.  Man what rose-colored glasses I wore!  I was so flippin' in love with that boy! Let me rephrase.  I'm still in love with that boy, but it's so much deeper and stronger and different now.  But I wouldn't have believed you if you would've tried to explain that to me then.  What a hopeless romantic I was...and he knew it!  Anyway, good times!