It's been awhile, since I've blogged.  I felt a nagging urge, a little persistent push from Kevin, my husband.  A lot has happened in the last couple of years.  Anna, my daughter, now 22 and in her 4th year of college.
The 2 year anniversary of losing my stepdad, Keith is here.  So many milestones. 
For Christmas this year we gave Anna a fireproof safe.  Inside that safe were many things.  Things that declared her, as Anna.  Birth certificate, adoption papers, passport, etc.  We also included the 4 journals that Keith had written over the years to her.  They were still wrapped in the same baggies he had kept them in all these years.  This safe represented to me, giving Anna herself.  Now she is officially her own person, responsible for her own things.  Adulting, as she calls it.
I'm so proud of the woman she's become.  We are all proud of her.


I read the journals before I gave them to her, in order.  So many of them such cool Anna-isms.  Moments Keith captured on a simple piece of paper.  All dated....all specific and they all end in we love you.  Before I started, I was curious to see what the last entry read before Keith passed.  It's interesting that it was almost like he knew.  It reads:


07-15-13
"I wish I could be inside that little Bastian (look it up) called Anna.  You are just chugging on through life.  No matter what happens, you're still Anna.  Experiencing sights and sounds that assault your senses (good and bad).  All can do is stand to the side and say "Have a good journey."