I realize today why I started scrapbooking. It wasn't because I could be creative, it wasn't because I needed something to do with all those old pictures lying around, it wasn't because I wanted to start a business with a good friend doing something I loved. Don't get me wrong - scrapbooking has become ALL these things to me and more. But that's not why I started.
I started because I have a bad memory. Don't laugh, I'm being serious! Just let me explain...
I met my husband in 2005. Up until this point, my life had been pretty run-of-the-mill. And there was nothing that I really wanted to make an effort to remember. Yes, I will always remember the milestones - my sweet 16, my first kiss, graduating high school, graduating college, my first full-time job, etc. But I was very nonchalant about remembering the four years leading up to high school graduation, or my old friends, or family vacations, etc etc. The everyday stuff wasn't too thrilling for me. I don't really care to remember the name of my band teacher, or what year we went to Lake George with Grandma, or what my Halloween costume was when I was 12. I never took pictures of anything, or kept a journal, or held on to ticket stubs...
Then came David. When you find the person you were meant to be with, your life really does change for the better in every way. Now I find myself holding on to everything - every reciept from a new restaurant, every movie ticket stub, every piece of evidence of a new adventure with him. And I take TONS of pictures. I just printed out 50 on Shutterfly, and that was only the ones I took in the last 3 months.
If I don't do all this, I will forget. Hubby tells me all the time and I know it's true - I am forgetful. If I don't write things down or take care of them right away, most of the time they lay forgotten until much later, if ever. But I don't want to forget. I don't want to forget any second of this journey with him.
And that is why I started scrapbooking. Now I have many, many more reasons to KEEP scrapbooking.
I am probably writing this whole mushy post because David is in CT right now, visiting friends, and won't be home til noon tomorrow and I miss him horribly. Or it could be because I have a whole pile of work I brought home on Friday that I am about to tackle and I will use any excuse to procrastinate. Either way, there it is.
Why did YOU start scrapbooking?
