Will got all A's

Just a few minutes ago, while I was editing photos, Sam came downstairs and asked me what other names we had considered naming him. I pulled out the journal I had printed and started flipping through it with him.

I couldn’t believe hJust a few minutes ago, while I was editing photos, Sam came downstairs and asked me what other names we had considered naming him. I pulled out the journal I had printed and started flipping through it with him.

I couldn’t believe how much history of our family I had written down over the years. He thought it was so cool and asked me how far back the journals went. I realized I have entries from as early as 12 years old.

I wish I had written every single day, even if it had only been a few lines. But life got busy, things happened, and sometimes survival took priority over documenting memories.

I know I still can’t write daily, but I do try to write a few times a week. Then later, I go back and update old entries with better grammar and spelling.

Today William received an award for straight A’s in 5th grade. He got the note about the ceremony on the 12th, but he was kind enough to hand it to me yesterday… on the 18th. At least that’s an improvement from last time when he told me the day of.

We decided to celebrate by going to Spring Creek to eat as a family. Aubrey and Maia came too.

Sam has been sick the last few days, and now I’m starting to wonder if maybe I’ve been fighting something off too. At first, I thought my sore throat was just from the procedure last Monday, which honestly still could be part of it.

My sister Alicia called me this morning while I was at work and shared stories from her new job adventures. I told her she really needs to co-write this book with me, or at the very least, when I come visit at the end of the month, we need to sit down and have her tell me everything that happened in Reno the summer after I left.

I know it still bothers her. If it didn’t, I probably wouldn’t have gotten that phone call.

Two years ago, when Jessica was dying in the ICU, Alicia and I took my daughter Marissa, my soon-to-be son-in-law Zuriel, her sons, and her husband to all our old stomping grounds in Reno. We drove by the old apartment complex, the livestock events center, our schools, and so many places tied to our childhood.

Honestly, it was therapeutic.

And I loved sharing that history with my kids.

Years earlier, we had tried to visit the apartment complex during another trip to Reno with Anthony and all the kids, but I had such a severe panic attack that we had to leave almost immediately.

This last trip, though, I was in a much healthier place mentally.

School is almost over for the summer, and I recently took on a new position at work that will give me Mondays and Fridays off. I’m really hoping that extra time will allow me to focus more on growing my business.

Right now, we’re just trying to survive summer camp prep this week.

I wrote a post this morning — honestly, it took me two days to finish, and I still feel like I have so much more to say.

But for now, I need to get back to editing.

Too many people are counting on me right now.

Talk to you soon,Jennow much history of our family I had written down over the years. He thought it was so cool and asked me how far back the journals went. I realized I have entries from as early as 12 years old.

I wish I had written every single day, even if it had only been a few lines. But life got busy, things happened, and sometimes survival took priority over documenting memories.

I know I still can’t write daily, but I do try to write a few times a week. Then later, I go back and update old entries with better grammar and spelling.

Today William received an award for straight A’s in 5th grade. He got the note about the ceremony on the 12th, but he was kind enough to hand it to me yesterday… on the 18th. At least that’s an improvement from last time when he told me the day of.

We decided to celebrate by going to Spring Creek to eat as a family. Aubrey and Maia came too.

Sam has been sick the last few days, and now I’m starting to wonder if maybe I’ve been fighting something off too. At first, I thought my sore throat was just from the procedure last Monday, which honestly still could be part of it.

My sister Alicia called me this morning while I was at work and shared stories from her new job adventures. I told her she really needs to co-write this book with me, or at the very least, when I come visit at the end of the month, we need to sit down and have her tell me everything that happened in Reno the summer after I left.

I know it still bothers her. If it didn’t, I probably wouldn’t have gotten that phone call.

Two years ago, when Jessica was dying in the ICU, Alicia and I took my daughter Marissa, my soon-to-be son-in-law Zuriel, her sons, and her husband to all our old stomping grounds in Reno. We drove by the old apartment complex, the livestock events center, our schools, and so many places tied to our childhood.

Honestly, it was therapeutic.

And I loved sharing that history with my kids.

Years earlier, we had tried to visit the apartment complex during another trip to Reno with Anthony and all the kids, but I had such a severe panic attack that we had to leave almost immediately.

This last trip, though, I was in a much healthier place mentally.

School is almost over for the summer, and I recently took on a new position at work that will give me Mondays and Fridays off. I’m really hoping that extra time will allow me to focus more on growing my business.

Right now, we’re just trying to survive summer camp prep this week.

I finished a post this morning — honestly, it took me two days to write it, and I still feel like I have so much more to say.

But for now, I need to get back to editing.

Too many people are counting on me right now.

Talk to you soon,

Jenn