I was looking for my heat gun the other day and came across a box full of special memorabillia. It was sad to think that these tickets, love letters and receipts were all hidden away and forgot about. After a quick flick through, I felt full of love, nostalgia and happiness. It took me right back to the days when my husband and I first fell in love and how it felt to be carefree together.
I'm always in a quandry about what to fill my Smash* books with. I like things to have an order - for there to be a purpose. But for this, I feel like I can let go.. let's get all those tickets stuck in, stamp the date and don't for a moment care if they're in chronological order! The memories I can reach in the far depths of my mind are ever decreasing - let's get them written down!
I wish i'd mentioned some of this sense to myself 10 years ago. Oh I bet my thoughts were so different back then - I wonder how I will feel looking back at these journals in 10 years?