I woke up | The Beginning Of My Blogging Journey

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When I was little, before I had learned to read and write, my mom bought me a diary. Every night before bed she would walk into my room, climb under the covers with me, and I would dictate my thoughts to her. The thoughts of a four-year-old aren’t that deep but she would come in every night and write every word I said.

Most entries would start off with the words “I woke up”, which is always a good place to start.

I still have that diary and I have fond memories of my mom snuggling in with me to write my daily activities. Then when I learned to write she let me take over. My spelling was very inventive, my family would say it sometimes still is. What can I say? I’m a creative person and it shows in everything I do!

First page of my diary in my mom’s writing (mostly).

Then in junior high and high school, I wrote in a journal. I wrote and wrote and wrote, filling quite a few spiral binders. I wrote about everything. If I was happy, sad, or frustrated, I would write about everything. As a quiet teenager and I think my parents would say I was fairly easy to “handle”. I think writing had a lot to do with that. I would yell at the page to release all the usual teenage grief, glue pictures of happy things on pages, and staple in inspirational words from magazines.

My childhood was not dramatic. I had great relationships with my parents. My mom would even still come into my room in the evenings and we’d sit on my bed talking for hours sometimes. I wasn’t an angry teenager, so the page-yelling was minimal. I’m kind of surprised I found so much to write about. When I look back at those journals, a lot of the entries started similarly to my four-year-old diary, “I woke up”. The last entry in my last journal was in my freshman year of high school. I wrote about a guy. A really cute guy named Josh who played the bass guitar, had spiky hair, and skateboarded. Oh man, he was cute. After I found him, I didn’t seem to need my journal as much. He would be my first and only boyfriend.

Just like when my mom let me take over writing in my diary, Josh helped me take control of growing up. 

Look how cute he is! And that hair…*swoon*

Six years later, a month after Josh graduated with his bachelors in business management, on the hottest day on record for our city in twenty years, we were married. Happiest day of my life.

“I woke up” married to my best friend. The funniest, sweetest, sexiest man I’ve ever known.

 

Our first dance as husband and wife. July 22, 2016

Now here we are, seven years later, and I still get to wake up everyday next to my best friend. The last seven years involved a major car accident, the struggles of infertility, and the pain of death, but praise God! I have Josh, an amazing family, a passionate beautiful mother, the best in-laws in the world. I have supportive caring friends, the hope that comes with adoption, and best of all, I have faith through Christ.

This blog is going to be good.