[a moment] and Another and Another
I opened the box to discover more paper and artifacts than I'd expected. There were eight bags and envelopes full of memories of years past. It was time to organize them into a scrapbook, one memory at a time.
As I glued each memory into place, I laughed and cried and at times had no idea what they even meant or where they were from. It was a wonderful day, wandering through eight years of moments on papers and popsockets and paperwork.
Soon, we'll go through this scrapbook as a family, I'm sure doing as much laughing and crying and being confused as when I put it together - more moments and memories to cherish.
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