Last night I got out an old journal and read through the first 7 years of our marriage. I didn't write a whole lot during that time so it didn't take all that long. I think I spent about an hour reading it. As my kids are getting closer to leaving home, I sometimes find myself wishing I could go back to the time when they were little. I often think life was much simpler then and I would like for life to be that way again. But after reading my journal, I've realized that I really don't. I really like life now. I like having big kids. I like little kids too, but it was stressful. And very tiring. I only wrote a little bit about the time after Naomi was born. But it was very hard. I really don't want to go back to that.
I'm so thankful that life carries on. That we get to keep progressing with it. And I'm thankful that I don't look back on those years and automatically think they were terrible. I'm glad my first reaction is to remember the sweet and simple times.