I was at the lake, just sitting down to eat my late dinner of bacon and eggs when my phone dinged.
It was Clint and he was wondering:
I let my breakfast-supper go cold as I pulled out a few photo albums to see what I could find. (I'd moved 34 photo albums from storage to the lake house a few weeks ago. I still have more to move but they're heavy, boxed up and I am lazy.)
Probably goes without saying that my heart was singing by this point. I threw out the congealing eggs, nibbled on a piece of cold bacon and started taking pics with my phone of old photographs.
Hahahaha.
That'd be cozy, Mark and my mom, cuddled on a flowered couch, crocheting together. :)
I think every family should have a historian/photographer. Someone/anyone who sees the value in recording The Everyday. (And then saving those photos somewhere other than Facebook.)
THIS MESSAGE THO:
I do! I kept every negative. In a Negative File book. It's buried somewhere amongst my boxes, BUT I HAVE THEM. It's the little things that make one feel proud ...
And this:
I DO! I have more pics of EVERYTHING. And they're in albums, all chronologically created. I just have to get them out of storage.
And even though I couldn't spend the evening with my kids on Friday night as I'd hoped/planned... THIS was the next best thing:
Three things I'm thankful for:
1. My tongue. (I just can't stop thinking about Wyanne's cancer surgery.) Thank you God for my tongue.
2. My camera.
3. Family chats.
4. Surprise gifts, like this, waiting for me at the lake:
Take care, stay safe, much love,
xojo
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