Journaling:
My father was, and still is, a lover of simple things, simple beauty and simple pleasures. He is not moved by money, fame, or what the world calls beautiful. I do not get to see him very often and when I mentioned to him how I was getting gray hair now, his response was that a woman with gray hair was beautiful. I wish I had learned my father’s ability to take joy in the simple things when I was younger.
Once such example is how he used to take us for car rides out in the country in an old Model T. I do not have any pictures of that old car, so these will have to suffice to jog the memory now and then. I was young and unwise. I was easily bored on these country drives, and would take my Walkman and headphones and spend the entire care rides daydreaming about stupid stuff instead of enjoying the scenery, or even taken pictures with my old camera.
I lost out on so many memories. Now that I am older I value a quiet and relaxing car ride in the country. I value the pictures I can take of God’s creation and the things that are falling apart, but still beautiful. I should have listened to my father while I was younger. Life would have been better sooner. My daddy is still my Model Teacher.
Your journaling is so moving, that's probably all of us as kids. You are not alone. This page is really precious. I love the background papers and that perfectly placed pink coneflower.
Your journaling is so moving, that's probably all of us as kids. You are not alone. This page is really precious. I love the background papers and that perfectly placed pink coneflower.
Thank you very much for noticing that @trekmom. I placed it on top of the photo spot, but masked out the bottom of the stem so that it would look like it was placed under with the petals gently resting on top.
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