When We Were Young.

For the past week or so, we've been putting together a digital picture frame for my Oma's 84th birthday this July. It's a very sweet idea (she has five children and dozens of grandkids), but involves a great deal of scanning, cropping, and banging the cheap plastic remote onto the desk. The fun part, however, has been going through old photographs and looking back on a very happy life. It's easy to forget how magical a time childhood is, and I am blessed to say that mine was beyond extraordinary. I try to remember every day what kind of a life I want my son to live, the experiences he'll have, the places he'll see, things he'll learn, and people he'll meet. It's a good thing I learned from two very lovely people.

I am an incredibly lucky girl.