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Saving Christmas or Why I don't Scrapbook


Each year Christmas comes and goes and with it the resolution to mail out Christmas cards. I imagine them—glossy pictures of my children in matching holiday garb. Or, my children and I captured in various stages of semi-natural elation: candid smiles, scrubbed faces, coifed hair snapped mid-life.

I picture these snippets of life and once again living these moments becomes more important than capturing them. I know when my children no longer resemble their present selves, I will miss them.  Perhaps not being able to compare them with flimsy snapshots of their former selves will help me accept them for who they grow to be.  Whatever the future holds I am living today so I don’t need to take pictures of it tomorrow.

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