The journaling is tucked behind the photos with a paper clip and reads as follows:
I can not count how many days this summer you longed to see butterflies. The two of you are enchanted by them. How could you not? They are among the most beautiful creatures in nature. While at Edmonton's Capital "X", we were lucky enough to stumble upon this butterfly exhibit. Inside an ordinary looking mesh tent were thousands of butterflies! All you had to do was stand still and a winged visitor would be sure to rest upon you (often bringing several others along). It was spectacular! Both of you were delighted and would have loved to have spent the entire afternoon in that magical tent.
Journaling reads:You were so quiet at first - a bit nervous on the stage in front of all those people but you soon got lost in the music and sang and danced along. Iwas so proud of you - my little star.Leaver's Day - Tiggywinkles Playschool - June 2007
All elements are by Shabby Princess (www.shabbyprincess.com). The journaling reads:
It was almost the same. Really. Thanksgiving this year. Almost. Grandma had the stove cranked up so that everyone was red-faced and sweaty. Frequent trips out to the carport kept everyone sane. The kids ran screaming and laughing around and around the loop from the kitchen and through the bedrooms. There was so much food that there was no room to sit at the table just like always.
The men sat on the back porch and talked about the price of gas and deer season. The women fluttered around the table and chatted. It could have been any other year. The football game was on the TV. The turkey platter hung solemnly over the table. The wood stove was covered will foil packages of "take-home" food. Leaves were crunchy in the driveway. There was still standing room only in the living room. It was almost the same as any other year.
But without you there was just a little bit of sadness when the conversation lulled. Without you Mom was teary and distant. Without you there was extra pumpkin pie. Without you we were still thankful to be together but losing you still hurt. We missed you. And really?
Really it wasn't the same at all.
you both love going to gymnastics on wednesday..you race out of the car and up the stairs in record time. you love the freedom of playing on the equipment, the total fun of jumping into the foam pit and getting to share the fun with your friends. i like the routine and the structureand i love seeing you guys so happy.
The journaling reads:
WOW these Clydesdales are BIG! They’re BIG stars, BIG eaters, BIG poopers, and (kinda) BIG babies…you see, they only have to work two times a day, six days a week…photo ops and a walk around Seaworld. Nice! Whatta life!