So bizarre, right?
Some of my most favorite childhood memories involve my family huddled around large photo albums on cold winter nights, laughing at my parents' choice of clothing and pointing out particularly special items that had been forgotten. I remember laughing so hard I cried. And I remember crying. And feeling happy.
That is why I order photos, arrange them (as best I can) in chronological order, and store them in albums. Real, actual albums. Not "e-albums" or whatever kids are calling them these days. Because, some day, I intend to make memories with those photos.
That being said, I'm totally going to cheat and put these pictures on my blog. Because who has time to print and arrange photos?
P.S. I really cheated. These aren't even from my camera.
Mom, thanks for the photos.
|My little blond surfer/hippie child.|
I was waiting for his curls to grow back but they never did
so I had to cut his hair.
|Rachel building a cup tower during her very first|
elementary school Fun Night.
|No school Fun Night would be complete without a spaceship and planet tattoo|
for the physics teacher's daughter
|Beethoven? Not so much.|
Adorable? Um, yes!
|He looks so little in grandpa's big tractor|
|Our little lamb meets grandpa's lambs|
|Trying so hard to see the sheep|
|Two little "farm kids in training" enjoying a beautiful spring day|
on grandpa's tractor.