Sometimes I wish that childhood would never end. Or I mean I wish it never ended. I guess it is a little too late in my life for that! The innocense of childhood is so alluring. Worries that are carried are not major in the sceme of things. But adulthood, there are so many stressors! And they never seem to go away. EVER! Don't you just wish you could snap your fingers and make all your worries disappear? I sure do! This coming week is going to be a rough one for me. I think that is what brings this to the forefront of my mind. Although, I have to say, there are some wonderful possibilities that come with being an adult. I am currently listening to music and the song "Life's A Dance" just came on! How appropriate!

There is this picture of my great-grandparents that always comes to mind. They were at the beach, I believe, and were so young. And although I dont know if they were just friends, dating, or married at the time, they look so in love. Even if they didn't know it (the picture did)! The picture is inspiring. It is a testment to true love! I guess it is even a lasting impression in its own right. When I was at lunch at the American Girl doll store with my mom and sister there was a box in the middle of the table. In this little box there were questions that you could draw out and ask one another. Well, right before our meal came my sister pulled out the question "Who in your family would you like to meet that you never have?" or something along those lines. Of course I came up with a quick answer to satisfy the need of an answer, but this question has stuck with me. It is such a hard one to answer! In doing my family history, I know alot about my family like where they came from and such, but there are also so many people that I would like to meet and question. I love knowing my family better than anyone else, but at times it frustrates me too, because I just don't comprehend, no matter how fascinating it is! Why did my great grandpa take the name of my grandma's birth father to his grave with him? Why did my grandma not want to fight her cancer? Why did my gg grandpa marry a woman that didn't want to allow his son to live with them? Why did you choose to come to America? Why did you have a child that you ignored? Or even simple ones like who is your father, who is your mother? An answer to that question would make my job so much easier! Unfortunely, asking these questions is never a possibilty. The only thing I can do is attempt to discover the answers to as many as I can. And leave as many answers behind about my life as I can!

I and Love and You,

Diana