You would think, that since I am so focused on moments and little details, that the idea for my journal would have come easier.
But it took me three months.
This beautiful custom journal that my husband had made for me for my fortieth birthday has waited for words for three months.
I made my first entry today, finally. It occurred to me that instead of rewriting my poems and stories (I already have books for those), and instead of using it as a journal (have that, too), I would use it to describe random moments.
And, since the moments are random, so to will be the order.
For my first entry, I opened to the middle of the book and began to write.
(I even got brave and wrote in pen.)
Wildflowers & Wings 
I haven’t written in a journal in ages…but I know the commitment you need to write in PEN!!