Photo album. Such a simple, boring combination of words for such an important object in our lives. I mean, it’s not life or death important or anything like that, obviously- but when I look back at photos from 5,10,20,50-or 75 years ago, I am so thankful for having them. Being able to see my grandparents when they were babies, or even in their twenties is such a priceless thing. And looking back at all of my own baby’s “firsts” is just so special and so priceless. It’s no wonder I love to do what I do.
When I was little I would spend time at my grandparents…and a lot of my spare time was spent flipping through the pages of their many family photo albums…baby photos of myself, my brother, my mom…photos of their family trips before I was even thought about. Christmas Eves, Christmas mornings…family pets…you name it…all the memories are there in those photo albums.
But one of the most precious things to me about them now: Being able to look back at memories of my Grampa. He was and always will be my hero- and I miss him and love him so very much.
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