I started scrapbooking around 1999. It has been a deeply enriching hobby for me. I feel the sole responsibility of being the picture-taker/story-teller of our family.
I also bear the sole responsibility of lugging around 12+ years of photo albums!
This would be okay if I had one album per year. But I have 4-5 albums per year. Plus extra, specialty albums. Ugh, they all add up…
I recently came to the decision that my albums needed to be condensed. All those bulky albums were taking up too much space. So yesterday I made the first move to reduce.
Scott dragged out all the boxes from all over the house and I went through each one, grouping the albums in order.
I then…GULP!…removed each page from the various books and binders and filed each page in a plastic tub.
Perhaps eventually I will scan the pages and just save them digitally. I spend hours on each page and have spent a fortune on albums and page protectors over the years. It’s kind of depressing to see them end up like this. All with the hope that one day my children and grandchildren will want to see them. (sigh)
Going through them yesterday was fun, though. I laughed and remembered and cringed, time and time again.
Below are some of the ones that meant a lot to me. I am thankful for the many notes our family left around the house for each other over the years. They just might mean the most of all to me…
I labeled the boxes as authentically as possible…