Missing my scrapbooking days

My passion for scrapbooking started more than eight years ago. High school graduation letters and photos inspired me to do so. During college, I stopped scrapbooking about my friends and crafted another book full of "scraps" from the memories shared by me and my husband (he was my boyfriend at that time). One for each year. I collected almost everything- photos, event programs, chocolate and candy wrappers, giveaways, fast food tickets and even bus tickets! All of them intricately crafted in the pages (as in literal pages) of my life. 

Every page I can finish gives me a sense of fulfillness. And browsing upon it after some time makes me remember those sweet old days. A sense of reminscing those days when we are so carefree about life. We can stay out late at night, go anywhere we want, spend hours with just the two of us together... basically everything we want to do, we have the time to do! 

Now the carefree days are gone, I even stopped scrapbooking since we got married. Not because I never wanted to but because my schedule can't accomodate such task anymore. We are so busy as a bee. So many things to do and we have so little time to do it. With so little time for some break, we'd rather spend it with our kids than do things for ourselves. We never get to spend more late hours out at night, the kids are waiting at home. We can't go anywhere we want unless we bring the kids with us. And simply we can't do anything we want anymore... because the kids matter most for us. 

The glory of single blessedness we had already enjoyed, some are documented on the pages of our scrapbook. And now a different kind of bliss is making us smile each day. Knowing that two people in the world highly depends on us each day, sleeps together with us at night and wakes us up with a smile each morning, the glory of being a parent is overwhelming. 

And eventhough I can't do scrapbooking anymore, a living proof of the goodness of life to us is there for us to witness everyday. Each day they grow bigger and taller, the only thing we could say..." ang laki na nila, ang tagal na pala no" (they're already big and it has been a while...). That's when we begin to look back and remember those sweet old days...