Saturday, August 6, 2011

Shoebox Photos | Halifax, NS

I know you have one of those, a shoebox full of old photos.  I have several.  So does my mom.  I usually haul out one of the boxes, forgetting what's in there, wanting to purge.  Instead, my face lights up, I sit cross-legged on the floor and I gently pull picture after picture out of the box.  Oh, the memories contained in that little box, the pictures of people I love, bringing a tear from the memories of a time long ago.

I go through each one.  With some, I remember the occasion; with others, I don't remember the day, just the stories I've heard about it.  Mixed in with the photos are mementos - napkins or matches from a friend's wedding, birth announcements, newspaper clippings, reminders of special days.

I sigh and smile.  

The pictures go back in the box; the box goes back on the shelf with a lingering touch, hoping to hold on to the memories a little longer.

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  1. your dad always talks about making memories, but revisiting them is time well spent. love the pic, love you! smh

  2. I cannot tell you how much I adore this post. Seriously. xoxo