I know that I am a reformed photo album procrastinator. Yes it is a condition. I googled it.
I know that as a result of this Master O does not have a Baby Album. I know this causes me to loose sleep at night and feel guilty and wonder where it all went wrong. Was it the overwhelming feeling of realising that in his first year thousands of photos were taken and how could I choose which ones to print? Or the fact that now years later they are stored in a multitude of now unknown places? Are they on my old computer, a blank CD in storage or still on the million memory cards in the junk drawer?
I know that when I think about what I would save if the house was on fire, it would be family photos. Except I would not be able to find them oh and of course I would save the kids first and my husband and maybe even my IKEA catalogue.
I know that this year is different. I have photos, printed, organised in an album photos. For the first time EVER. I know that this is purely because of Project Life and I have already expressed my gratitude to it HERE.
I know that yesterday I cried. At a photo of my Nonna wearing one of Little Miss A’s hairbands and making Master O laugh. She is nearly 80. How would I forgive myself I lost that photo. Losing that memory for my children.
I know that m name is Larissa and I am a Photoholic, I reached baby photo album rock bottom, and I am now climbing my way back, one treasured memory at a time.