Scrapbooks

For anyone that knows me, they know that I love scrapbook stuff. I seldom get to use it so I more collect it. I am not very fast at scrapbooking and I often get very frustrated when I scrapbook with other people because they create beautiful things much quicker than I can. When I do make a good page I will flaunt it to everyone because it is not often. I wonder often if it all worth it. The money, the time, the frustration, the space. But tonight I was reminded why I do it. I create my childrens scrapbook as a story for them written by their mother with love. There are all sorts of little hidden tabs and even writing on the back of some pages meant just for my girls. Now that they can read they are going through and giggling at all the things they did as babies. All the little things even I had forgotten. I am so glad I do this. They don"t care that the pages aren't perfect or that I mispell or forget words. Or that the stamp is off a little bit. They just love to hear the stories of their life told by their mother. Someday when they have children they can share it with them and when I am gone it will remind them of who I was and how much I loved them. I hope that they will be inspired. I may not keep a journal of my life, but I am striving to write the story of theirs.

P.S.
I love my sister so much. I hope she knows that she is my best friend. I don't know where I would be with out her. She makes me strive to be a better person and mother. And helps me realize all moms think they aren't doing enough. Because if she isn't an awesome mom I don't know what is. I love you sis. You are my hero!!!!!