Her next entry listed her biggest blessings: her sweetheart, her children, and grandchildren. She wrote down every one by name. Later, she wrote down things that made her happy. Sitting by a stream in the canyon, reading books, a gently breeze, children laughing, popcorn. The next page is blank, as is the rest of the book.
I love reading about the things Mom loved. I wish she had written more. How many times do we start a good project and never finish it? We have a good beginning, but not the follow-through. But I'm grateful that I can start over when I get sidetracked. It's called repentance. So grateful I can repent.
I ought to write that down.