From the moment you were born, I knew I wanted to give you a journal someday.
I received my first one around your age, probably older, as a Christmas gift from Auntie Bullit and it has been my best friend ever since. I included a picture of me with my first one and with my latest one (no. 11). I write in it when I’m happy, when I’m sad, when I’m angry or frustrated. I write in it even when I don’t know what to say sometimes, and yet somehow it manages to make me feel better.
The thing about this journal is it’s magic, as is any journal that may come after it. It’s for you and only you. Any wish or dream you have has the potential to come true if you write in here. Any problem can be solved if you write it on these pages. It will bring you clarity when you feel like the world is spinning too fast, and it will never judge you for being completely honest with it.
Write in it, cherish it, and take care of it. It will take care of you.