I worked in a hospital in my early married days. One thing we were constantly reminded was, "If it's not documented, it didn't happen." That idea kept me scrapbooking and journaling the lives of my little ones.
I am grateful tonight for those memories I preserved. I was filling out a form to "spotlight" one of my daughters. Opening her journal, I was able to find a sweet memory of her, at age 2, putting her arm around her brother saying, "I love my brother."
It reminded me how quickly we forget it happened, if it's not documented.
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