Last night I had reconnected with a good friend from grade/high school that I hadn't seen in twelve years. She and her son came over for dinner and we talked for hours trying to catch up on everything that's happened over the years.
As we told the various stories and looked at a few photos she asked if it would be okay to see a photo of Darby. We were in the living room sitting next to all our scrapbooks, but I had to go upstairs to our hall closet to the bottom shelf in the back where I had stashed away the beginnings of Darby's scrapbook. In the time that has passed (almost three years unbelievably enough) I've never quite decided exactly what to do with them.
This morning I did...I opened up my book from 2006 and incorporated the layouts into there. It was a little hard to see the photos and pages I was so happy about quickly turn to documenting the aftermath, but it's just part of that whole life story thing...the good and the bad.
