I received an email yesterday with a wonderful story from my sister Becky:
"Just before my mission in the summer of 2005...I came home late one night after everyone was in bed, and I saw two of mom's old journals laying open on my bed. I think you or Eric had been looking for entries about yourselves for a school project or something. Anyway, I knew I shouldn't read them if they were mom's current journals, but I figured that since they were from like 1992 and 1995, it was long enough ago that she wouldn't mind. Anyway, I stayed up long into the night reading mom's journals for hours, and it was one of the most edifying experiences of my life. 