My parents didn’t value photographs. Photos were seldom taken and those that were got tossed into a box or lost in stacks of various papers.
Many years ago, I spent months sorting through their hundreds of loose photos, organizing them into chronological order, and putting them into photo albums.
After my parents passed away, I was horrified to get those albums back again with gaping holes where photos used to be … and another box of loose photos again.
In comparison, Gilles and I have kept our photos carefully preserved in albums over the years with appropriate labels and notes to preserve the memories. In addition to the stacks of albums created before digital storage of images, I prepared 2 books for each of our sons from their birth to their graduation.
The album that is my pride and joy however is what I call our Yearbook.
I started it the year Gilles and I were married and it was intended to chronicle the changes in our family over the years – one page, one photo, each year.
At first it felt like a silly endeavour, but I kept assuring myself that one day in the distant future, I would look back on this book and be grateful I made the effort.
Over the years it slowly took shape and documented our journey as we all aged.
After the boys both left home, these annual photos together seemed to drop by the wayside. I’m reminded that it’s time to make this a priority again.
If I had only one book to keep for the rest of my life, it would be our Yearbook – for in those pages, each photo brings me back to a story in our lives.
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