Regarding Journals.

I have a lot of them.
13 to be exact.

I started right before I moved here,
and I haven't stopped since.

Except I don't write as much as I used to.

One of my journals was completely devoted to letters for my children. Like one entry said:

"Dear Children,

Unless fire is falling from the sky and the ocean is flooding, you'll live. Trust me." 

Sometimes, between the "blah blah boys suck" and the stupid teenager woes, something like that comes up, and it's worth reading again.