|2010 Photo Book - Oregon|
Growing up, I had photo albums, scrap books, and memory boxes galore! A few years ago, I approached my mom looking for a comparable compilation about my childhood - you know, photos of my first steps, my first tooth, lock of hair from my first hair cut. Alas, my
|2011 Photo Album - Newport, RI|
Given my mom's penchant for art and art history, including her own creative capacity for art, I was admittedly quite disappointed at this discovery. This emotion was exacerbated when I visited the boy's family and his father brought out EIGHT albums (a selection of the whole library) cataloging his formidable years. I was quick to share this experience with my mom, unfairly comparing it to our more limited "library" at home. "How wonderful for them!" she said. Harumph!
As such, NOTHING could have prepared me for this Christmas. (The tears are welling up as I type.) We typically open one present on Christmas Eve and the rest on Christmas Morning. This year we had my parents, the boy, my best friend in the whole world, and her parents (also very close to our family) celebrating Christmas brunch. During brunch I had handed the boy and my parents the 2011 photo book to open, peruse, and share with the table. But the rest of the presents would be opened later.
While brunch was winding down, I saw my parents conspiring in the kitchen and before I knew it they were next to me with a stack of three presents wrapped in beautiful, shiny green paper. What were they and why was I opening them now in front of everyone?! What escaped that wrapping paper one by one were three of the most thoughtful and well done albums I could have ever asked for. My mom painstakingly researched, copied, hand wrote, organized, and collaborated with my Aunt and Father to give me my own perfectly articulated "library" of my family history and my life in photos.
|All three albums|
|Me on the right, my mom on the left. Notice light bulb head comparison.|
|Mom's family including my Aunt's class photo in the center.|