{Photos cerca 1980-2006...me and dad exchanging a smooch, mom and little sister in China after we had finally gotten our little babe, big sis and I with our Grapa, a kind note from my best friend, mom and dad at dad's graduation, family vacation in Door County, dad and grapa, mom looking gorg, and my trip to Paris}
Sometimes I find myself being more sentimental than I ought to be. Maybe a song and a photo of my dad and I kissing when I was 3 shouldn't automatically bring tears to my eyes, but somehow, it does. Family and memories and love and friends and laughter and old letters...just move me. I can't believe how blessed I have been in this life. The goodness that has poured out on me is undeserving and I hope I can always act in gratefulness and love.
Yesterday, after I had worked up the energy to go through our hutch to organize/pitch/clean, I began what ended up being a very sentimental task. Looking through all these old photos (and like 200 more) and listening to soft music is just a
Matt Wertz's "I will not take my love away" + family photos + me = crying and joy and a confused husband. Confused until we listened to music and danced in the kitchen. His eyes were all weepy after that one.