There are times when I wish I could have a mental video recorder to remember exactly how something went. I wish I could remember forever exactly how sweetly Jer asked me if I had a good birthday and how he told me he loved me. I wish I could remember how hard Jon laughed and exactly what his laugh sounded like when I did a karate exhibition in his room when I was tucking him in. I wish I could remember the exact moment that Gray blew me a kiss from his doorway and then turned and ran to his crib with both arms extended behind him and then when G lifted him and settled him into his comforter.
My life is good.
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Well you obviously do have a mental recorder. Now that you've written it, every time you read this entry it will conjure the image. It's the brilliance of journaling.
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