So lovely to read this. My late father was, in his later years, often writing in his diaries at the kitchen table.

I haven’t taken the time to go though these diaries after he passed, but I did take a peek since I never really knew what he wrote.

The little I saw was so surprisingly mundane, like you describe.

I can’t quote it now, being thousands of miles away, but I remember something about my mom making a tasty soup.

I found it endearing but also forgiving, since I’ve struggled with journaling myself. Your post reminded me now that it’s okay to note the mundane.