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date: April 25, 2023
time: 4/25/2023 08:26:00 PM


15 years later...

Here I am, it is the year 2023 and I am clearing up my email because it has reached full capacity and  I am currently planning my firstborn's 3rd birthday party and cannot be missing any emails.

I'm going through old emails, memories, photos,  lots of spam.. and then I come across my old blog.

I click through the posts. Some make me laugh, others make me squirm, and the old me just laughs at the young, care-free Jessica. 

So here I am 15 years later, married to an incredible man, given birth to 2  beautiful boys, living in the most beautiful neighbourhood in Toronto and grateful for where life has brought me. I thought to myself, how amazing it is for me to have recorded all this, otherwise I would've forgotten about all these little life events, feelings, emotions, friends, family.. I need to continue this. Record my life and remember it. Celebrate it. 

So it is the year 2023. Right now I am currently:

One thing's for sure, I'm no longer as animated and humorous as I once was. Its as if I've lost a spark, a light within me. Oh motherhood is so tiring. lol. At least my spelling and writing has improved.. hah.

Jaimee's finishing her 2nd last year at Schulich. Jordans working as a specials constable in the city. Parents, grandma, status quo. We are two years post pandemic. I gave birth to my second son with COVID, wearing an N-95... giving birth (both times) was physically and mentally the hardest thing I've had to do in my life. But was it worth it? Completely, 100%. I love my boys and my family.

Maybe I will keep this up, fingers crossed.

Sincerely,
J


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