My girls went to their grandmothers the other week and came home with a personal scrapbook each, filled with pictures of my ex and his side of the family. There were still some empty pages and the girls started asking me over and over if they could finish their books off here at home with pictures from my side of the family so that their books would have all the people they loved in it. It was a fair request so I said ok and we went out and got some craft stuff from the Dollar store and I went into the closet and pulled out this old box I had that was filled to the brim with old photos going back years, in some cases generations. We sat down at the table going through like a hundred pictures. I found so many pictures of the girls when they were babies and tots and very little, we would look at each picture and I would tell them the story that went with the picture. Some stories I had had forgotten until I saw the pictures. We spent hours around the table looking at pictures and me telling stories and us laughing. Then we picked the pictures they wanted and prepared their scrap books and finished them off. (turned out pretty good). All those pictures brought back so many memories. It was incredible to see just how much my girls had changed and grown in so few years. They get so big so fast, they years just fly by and then your baby is not a baby anymore. In a way it almost makes me sad. One day they will be moving out and having babies of their own and I will be looking at those pictures again and wondering where my babies went to.