So many memories and so many stories to Scrapbook. It’s always easy to create pages with photos of Dad, after all, he was a great story-teller himself. My Mr Right tells me how I’m like my Dad, I tell the same stories over and over again. I’m filled with joy to hear that I remind him of Dad, that’s the greatest compliment I could ever receive.
As I sift through the memories, all in black and white at first, my heart is filled with love. The love of a little girl going skating with dad. The love of a teenager buying her first car with Dads help. The love of a young women been walked down the aisle. I wish there were more pictures of just the simple everyday things. These are the things you miss the most. Like having breakfast together, teaching me how to do things around my house, trips to the farm or even just ice creams together at the DQ. There are no pictures of you holding my hand reassuringly when my life fell apart or comforting me when we lost Dillin. So those memories will have to stay in my heart and kept there special just for me. Not everything can fit on a scrapbook page I guess.
One good thing about scrapbooking, it gets you recording your memories and thoughts. It helps to put all those old forgotten pictures in a special place. It’s a work in progress. I guess I may never really finish a scrapbook for Dad.