Love letters

“To write a good love letter, you ought to begin without knowing what you mean to say, and to finish without knowing what you have written.” Jean Jacques Rousseau
That seems to be the approach I’ve taken with this blog. It seems to be. But, as I’ve anticipated this post, my 200th!!, I’ve tried to come to a clearer vision about my purpose for writing it. I’m sure to most of you it comes across as a rather haphazard, rambling collection of thoughts and snapshots of my life. But to me, it is a love letter.
It’s a love letter to my husband, to my children and to my Savior. My love spills out with each memory, thought and snapshot of our life together. It flows under the doors and up the walls of this house of words. My love is in the silly and the mundane, and occasionally even in the profound. I want them to remember, to laugh, to think, to really know me rather than wish that they did.
The fact that I like to hear myself talk has nothing to do with it. Nothing at all:)
Kimberly
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  • Michael

    And that’s exactly what I think when I read it. It also reminds me with every word how much I love you ;-)