In Another Day Blog Challenge {Day #6}

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Is this your first time reading Rosalyn's {aka: my} story?

To start from the beginning, please read these first:

Day 1, Day 2,  Day 3, Day 4, &  Day 5

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                                                      My Dear Friend~

          This is the last entry I have written in my faithful diary companion. 

                 It  saddens me deeply that it will also be the end of my story! 

            Thank you for being a guest in my home and such a kind listener.

                  I will never forget this beautiful time we have had together! 

                           

                           

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My Dearest Diary,

So Jane did have good taste after all!  However could she have guessed that the man I had in mind was the very one she wished me to meet!?!  I do not think there was ever a moment when I was more grateful to her. 

That night at the ball, young Mr. Russell Whitby and I became better acquainted.  I think we were both surprised at how much we had in common.  I had never met a more distinguished gentleman.  He seemed to have such a kind heart and generous soul...but most importantly, his love for the Lord was strong.  That was what I admired the most.  Of course Jane made sure Russell came over to do various things in the weeks to follow the ball.  For we had fallen in love...I think at first sight.  

Six months later, I was Mrs. Russell Whitby, and he carried me across the threshold of our house, one that I called my home during childhood.  We both were so happy!  For me, it was a dream fulfilled.

For my wedding present, Jane gifted me with a beautifully carved and painted wooden chest. I was so pleased to see my initial 'R' carved in swirly letters, adorning the top. What a treasured keepsake to store all the things that I hold dear.  If God blesses us with a little girl one day, I would love to pass it and the keepsakes on to her.  

Several months after we had gotten settled into our new home, the Lord blessed us with twins, a  boy and girl!  I knew at once that I wanted them to be my parent's namesakes and dear Russell was quick to agree.  Precious little Ruthie and Grant.  I love their bouncing blond curls and big blue eyes.  How darling they are!   

I must kiss you farewell, dearest diary.  Thank you for holding all of the treasured secrets that I carried in my girlish heart.  You have followed me all the way from my sixteenth birthday until now. 

I am grateful to have called you 'friend'. 

I hope that little Ruthie will cherish reading the entries I made to you one day...perhaps on her sixteenth birthday.  I can imagine it just now.  I will take her aside on that special day and tell her that my beloved chest is all hers.  She will unwrap my cherished keepsakes... 

The golden heart shaped locket, you, sweet diary, my copy of First Impressions,

 and a lavender dress: each with a unique story to tell. 

And the same happiness will fill her heart that filled mine on the day of my sweet sixteenth birthday.

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Although the business of motherhood and running her home took up much of Rosalyn's time, she held every minute of it dear.  And every once and a while, she would slip away into the attic, and make her way to the chest.  Opening the lid with tenderness, she would feel around for a little package wrapped in brown paper.  Flipping  through the diary's well-worn pages,  a smile would spread across her face as she reminisced about the sweet memories of that time that seemed so far ago.  Then Rosalyn would turn her face heavenwards, and whisper to herself, "What a good life the Lord had blessed me with!"

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You'll have to excuse me while I go cry 'cause I'm so sad the story is over. 

I'm not Rosalyn anymore!  *sniffs*  Okay, I'm good now!