While I was there scooping up a few Valentine's gifts for Vinny, I snagged these two journals and cute planner.
I'm not a journaler. I don't have a diary. I had no clue what I was going to do with these journals. All I knew is that they were cute and I wanted them.
So after bringing them home I decided what I'd use them for. Journals. (Duhh, that's what they are!) But instead of journaling for myself, I'm going to journal for Vinny. I want to document his milestones, quirks and daily memories. Fill up these books with so many memories that can be shared and remembered forever.
One day, when he's older, I plan giving him these journals in the hopes that he'll appreciate and love that I did this.
I wrote my first entry last night. And, man, it felt so good to actually WRITE! All too often we are behind our computers/phones typing on a daily basis. Eventho I can't stand my handwriting, it feels and looks so much more personal. Even therapeutic. I only wish I would have started this months ago. But, I suppose there's no time like the present.