It’s fun to look through old layouts. Sometimes, I come across one that I think, ‘Hmmm. Not my best work, design wise’ and yet, the sentiment still holds up.
Back in the day of ought-2 (is that ’02?) i would scrapbook every day just because it was there. Today, not so much. Although there are stories passing me by as I sit here typing.
Came across this layout, which I used to read aloud in my lecture classes. Some of the journaling feels a little contrived. Just a bit. But the photo of Cole. It’s not so much that I took WAY too many photos of my kids in front of white, wrinkled bed sheets. Or that it was about as uber posed and bribed as could be. But what is killing me is the fact that he was three. Three.
Oh my God. Where does it go? The time?