When I Grow Up

I am a scrapbooker. I am a writer (detailing/remember the little things and the big). I am a photographer (hobbyist, but still…).

Growing up I wanted to be a writer. I loved to read and still do. So being a writer was a natural extension of that I think. In junior high school I discovered yearbook. Layout and design of a yearbook intrigued me and I looked forward to sitting down with the graph paper and sketching a page, sometimes with the photos in hand and sometimes not. This venture into yearbook stayed with me through college and ending as editor-in-chief of a university yearbook. Throughout this I learned about design — just the basic principles to make a page appealing to the eye using photos and stories.

After college I married and moved to a small town, unsure of what I wanted to do. After almost 3 years of marriage and working part time a miracle happened: we adopted our son. I wanted him to know how loved he was and I wanted him to be able to see it in photos and words throughout his life.

And so my obsession with scrapbooking began. Now 6 years later my scrapbooking and photography have evolved thanks to a few amazing scrapbookers (Ali Edwards, Cathy Zielske, and Stacy Julian) who share this passion.  I no longer scrap every photo. Oh, of course I still scrap the events and big things, but you won’t find 20 photos of my son opening every gift at Christmas. I’m just trying to capture the moments and stories now. Those little pieces of life that I’m afraid we’ll forget down the road. Like Sam being so fascinated with the Little Giant ladder instructional video or why he loves his crocs or why I love the color green right now.

So I guess in reality I am doing what I wanted to do when I grew up, just not as I expected. I’m simply trying to capture the stories that make our life ours and no one elses. I photograph, I write, I scrap.

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