scrapbooking. No telling how many hours I've spent staring at a set of pictures while arranging, rearranging, and arranging again. All of my friends fight to NOT sit next to me because somehow my supplies spread and swallow up the whole table. My pages have evolved over the years and where I once used only white backgrounds they are now a rainbow of colors. Eyelets, string, glue, Cricut, templates and more now seem mandatory. When I finish a page I want to be emotionally attached and feel proud of my accomplishment. Of course, there have been times when I have wished that I'd never started this very large endeavor. But I remind myself that my chidlren love to sit and look at all the pictures and that I have left them a legacy of sorts. Funny thing is, I don't really do it for them...I do it for me. As I go down memory lane looking at all the pictures of when they were so tiny, when they took their first step, or how they looked on their birthdays the nostalgia is overwhelming. I look at how young hubby and I were...not to mention how much thinner and I find myself being thankful for all that I have and how rich my life really is. It is so easy to get caught up in "everything else" going on that we forget to stop and cherish what we have. Sooo...do me and yourself a favor...go give your little ones a big hug (thought my eight year old would fight me) and be sure to tell the important people in your life how important they really are to you. You never know...it may be the last chance you have and you might just get warm fuzzies!