What's In My Journal?
Memories. That's all I have.
Those precious moments, fleeting by.
Treasured forever, kept safe in my heart.
Times up at the cabin, before Grandpa got sick.
Times with my friends: birthday parties, movies, anything really.
The day I got my brown belt, my brother at my side.
The mission trip last summer, the best week of my life.
Last night, packing food, saving those kids' lives.
Throughout the years past, and for those to come.