For my graduation / engagement gift, my Godmother presented me with a cardboard box bigger than my lap. Inside the box, there were about 10 journals with mismatched binding, each of them filled to the last page with detailed, handwritten accounts.
Apparently, at my Baptism, the priest remarked that somebody (namely, the Godparents) ought to do some journal-keeping and present it to me in the future, at another great milestone in my life. Aunt Sharon took him up on that, as I now know, and I guess this is the “great milestone” that she chose.
What an incredible undertaking! I don’t even know how to adequately thank her. Years of journaling… years. As long as I’ve been alive. I’m only about 6 pages into the first one, and there are already accounts of my cousin being born, her close friend’s tragic death, Hurricane Andrew, her childhood memories, etc etc. It’s really amazing to read, especially when I realize that this was all going on before I was making conscious observations and memories.
I so love book 1, and I can’t wait to get into the next ones. They are so amazing to me.