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Mortification Monday

Tuesday, July 18th

I’m happy- I love it here , I’m in love, I’m in love. Good evening world-I love you. We played in the creek (Dad got some pictures of me on the rocks) and we car hiked. That was okay, but we met this old guy then went to this ugly ‘ole restaurant where they had okay food and the best peanut butter pie and they played country music. I took a quiet walk/hike. I’ve taken a lot of them, mainly to think of Jon and growing up and songs and stuff. We visited the people down the road (the ones with the two sons). Steven (the 11 year old) and my sister played and I talked with the adults about country music, baseball, the cabin. They called me Martina McBride. They live in Atlanta. My fav thing to do here at night is to lay on the swing listening to the familiar creeks of the the swing, the crickets, and the creek. I look at the stars and make a wish. I dream about Jon and the cabin. I watch the fireflies and remember the times I’d had at the cabin.

 

Love, 

Danielle

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Mortification Monday

Sunday, July 15th

Dear Diary,

Yesterday Mom and Dads friends the S’s visited us at the cabin. I had a lot of fun. Mr. S. is going to try and get us tickets to a Braves game. I hope to go. It’s really nice up here. We’ve tubed down the creek, hiked, and picked blackberries. I love it here. I hope to take my kids here when I have some. The creek is one of the best parts of the cabin. I’ve spent hours building dams, trying to catch minnows, splashing, and just fooling around in the icy cool water. 

I’ve had a lot of time to think about Jon and my future. I’ve decided to move to North Carolina and attend a Lutheran college near there. Jon is one of the reasons I want to move. I am convinced that we are destined to be together. I haven’t thought much about other guys. I need to concentrate on Jon, hoping he’ll fall in love with me. I can’t guarantee  that there won’t be other girls in his life or guys in mine. I just hope he’ll realize that we are made for each other.

We tubed down the creek after dinner. My sister is okay. She and I talk. Sometimes she acts like a friend. She is cool, I guess.

Love, Danielle

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