This comes from a birthday tradition at my house. My mother kept a handwritten journal through most of mine and my sister’s childhood. She wrote down things we liked to do, milestones we had, our favorites in just about everything. She also had our father write an entry every so often as well. I don’t know how she found the time to do this, but I am so glad she did.
For as long as I can remember (and still on birthdays to this day) my mom reads us a short passage or two from our baby journal. Usually there is a lot of laughter as she reminds us what strange and silly children we were when we were little. Our father died when we were fairly young so it is always very touching to see his handwriting and read his thoughts from all those years ago.
If you don’t already keep a journal start! Every year the journal has become an even more treasured tradition and a truly wonderful gift.