...I bring you a photo from March 1999. Fifteen years ago, the first March we spent together. The month we met. It really seems like no time has gone by until you put it into that kind of perspective. (And, it is quite possibly the most unflattering picture of me ever taken. Ever).
...since posting these here is about the only scrapbooking-related deadline I'm facing these days, I'm going to try to do this every six months (or more).
Several of these pages you might have already seen on Studio Calico. And this isn't everything, but it's the highlight reel.
And if you are the person that googled, "pink prom dress" and has been reading my blog ever since but skips over all scrapbooking-related posts, skip ahead.
These are far from good scans. Things are crooked, backward, and just plain wrong. But that's real life. And they are done.
I have always incorporated "project-life-esque" pages into my scrapbooks. Everything is mixed together. The kid's report cards are in there, as is artwork. I'll share Clara's album next week. Or next month. It's nice being my own boss!
...You only turn five once, so Charlie's party is going to be a blowout this year (and we "won" a birthday party package at our School's auction complete with bouncy house and tent. And a pig that feeds 80). He's very serious about his wish list. Can you tell what his latest obsession is? Everything is awesome!
...to the older man at Starbucks, who was clearly busy, working on something on his computer, thank you for standing up and bringing a chair over to me as I stood behind my children in the crowded store. I like to think I can do it all, because most of the time I just do, but it's nice when someone else notices.
...to the ambulance we got stuck to in traffic next to while waiting to go over the Bay Bridge, thank you for remembering Clara, the sweet little girl you drove across that bridge last year. Thank you for telling her when I rolled down the window, "You look like you're feeling better pretty girl." Thank you for telling me that the photo I delivered with a Christmas present now hangs on your wall at the station. (And as they drove away from us, Clara pronounced, "Dats my friends." Full disclosure, she also said the same thing about the police officer who pulled me over a few weeks ago).
...we seem to be on a streak of getting stuck next to interesting people at the bridge. A few weekends ago, I rolled down the window and said to this woman, "Are there three golden retrievers in there?" "No," she said, "Five."