Taking notes.

If I kept every note that Juliana wrote to me, I'd need a bigger house.  A much bigger house.  She writes notes to say I love you.  To say sorry.  To say good night.  To say good morning.  To remind me of something.  To remind herself of something.  To say I love you some more.

Lately there has been some resistance to bedtime.  Tonight there were raised voices.

And then this:

I wish that I could keep my wits about me when I'm angry and frustrated.  Maybe this is the just reminder that I need.

This note is a keeper.