Dear Diary,

I'm sorry I've been so remiss, though it's kind of silly to be apologizing to an inanimate object that can't talk or even write back. Bethany bought me this diary months ago, claiming I needed a place to put my deepest, darkest secrets. The only problem is I don't really have any deep, dark secrets. At least, not anymore.

The only secrets I have left are the fact that I hate broccoli, can't help ogling hot men (even though my heart belongs to Rufus), and slept with my son-in-law. Once. Before he was my son-in-law, and before I was re-united with Rufus. It's made for some awkward moments in the past, but it's mostly forgotten now. At least, I hope so.

Other than that, my life is a pretty open book. I have no enemies - at least, none that I know of - and I want for nothing. I married the love of my life; I have an amazing daughter, two adorable grandchildren, and an adopted daughter Rufus and I are raising as our own. I love my job, my home, and my family. I could not ask for a better life.

And yet, there is this one thing, and that is my fear of growing old. It's not even growing old so much that scares me as it is being left alone.

Life is too short, and I fear it will be over far too soon; and so, instead of waiting for the Grim Reaper to appear, I took matters into my own hands and asked Sol for a potion that will extend our life spans - mine and Rufio's - longer than usual. Of course, it doesn't guarantee against everything, but at least, we won't grow sick or old for some years to come.

I don't want to live forever, but I need to stay young and healthy, at least until Rowan is grown and Rufus and I have had enough years together to make up for all the years we lost.

And that is my one and only secret these days. Sorry, Diary.

With love, Miranda

P.S. Below is a photo of my dear, sweet Ro-Ro. Isn't she adorable? I wish her mother could see her, but that's a story for another time.

https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/ca/16/41/ca16417128ec2fdbe49c4fe6aaa035c2.jpg Rowan Mira Laelynn