#2,610 Visiting the Oldies.

I spent several hours today reading old journal entries from years ago and found many many boring days, when funny little things captured my attention and made me smile:

And a few huge moments that at the time felt inconsequential but now I see were the seeds being planted for this season of our life. It’s tedious reading each and every one, but it’s nice, too. To go back to the most normal, small days and remember when I watched ants at a shrimp boil tote a cracker off into the yard.