Came down in the basement to find the
kids all looking through their scrapbooks
and I was reminded why I scrapbook.
Even if no one else ever looks at my
scrapbooks I know how much it means
to my kids. They love to read about
and see pictures of themselves. They love to
read what I journaled about them.
They were laughing and remembering
things that we had forgotten. It helps me to
stop and remember as well. I just
wish I could get to doing it more often.
