I’ve been meaning to post these American Crafts spotlights I made for A Million Memories but I keep
forgetting. This one holds the thirty-some photos from Hidden Valley Farm.

I have always admired Kimmi‘s art and
I cannot wait to take the class she’s teaching at a Million Memories. I
cannor urge you enough to go sign up. I have no doubt that it will be
fantastic. Click on the image to sign up.

Don’t miss the opportunity to learn from Kimmi!! She is awesome.

And finally my August Kit mini for A Million Memories. This is
photos from the two days we spent in Boston for Danny and Leila’s wedding.

Another one of my August Kit projects for A Million Memories. I ripped
and redid this one three times.



I decided to concentrate on journaling this month so most of my LOs have
journaling:



Little boy, I look at this photo and my heart melts a bit. I think it’s
so cute that you’re so sweet to little girls.



And then I stop and freak out a bit.



I am so not ready for this. I am not ready for you to grow up. I know
this is nothing and I know that you’re years away from actually going
out with girls. I also am not one of those protective moms. I want you
to have girlfriends. I want you to experience love. Being loved. And
everything else.



I am just not ready for time flying by so fast. I haven’t had enough
hugs yet. I haven’t been able to spend enough time with you. I want to
stop time and just play with you for hours. For days. For weeks, months,
years. I want to freeze time for both of us so we can have some quality
time. And then you can grow up. And meet girls. And have your own life.



Just not yet.

I finally finished my August Kit projects for A Million Memories. I wanted
to concentrate more on journaling this month so my projects are simpler
and more about the sentiments, thoughts, and feelings I want to remember.

Before you came along, I wasn’t sure if I wanted children.

Well, that’s not true. I knew I wanted kids, I just wasn’t sure I was
ready for them. I kept worrying about how much I didn’t know and how
likely it was that I would end up messing you up. Causing you sorrow or
frustration. Or even worse. Life long problems.

I kept doubting myself. I kept seeing friends whose parents messed them
up. I kept worrying and wondering and postponing.

And then, one day, I was talking to your uncle Clark and I told him
about my worries and he said, “Isn’t it better that a kid has a mom
who’s paying attention to those things? Chances are your kid will be
better off because you care.” And I totally agreed. I guess half the
game is just trying to do right. As much as possible.

And then you came along.

The most perfect, wonderful, kind, generous boy. The sweetest thing
ever. And I realized I was bound to mess it up but that it was ok.
Because there will be no single moment in my life when I don’t love you
more than anything else. No moment when I won’t be giving all I have. Ever.

Ever.

And I wondered why I waited so long.

You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me and I just look at
your sweet face and thank my lucky starts.

And I thank uncle Clark.

This is for Shimelle’s Freedom class. This week was about Serious vs
Fun. Work vs Play. The funny thing is that I noticed I make long to-do
lists for both work and play. I make sure all my moments are listed.
Which made me ponder which one is which. Do I ever let myself play? With
no lists? This one went way off course but it was a really useful one
for my soul.