The Thin Lipped Smile
I’m a very sentimental person, as most of you who read this blog have come to know. So it should be no shock to you that I keep every single greeting card I am ever given. Every thoughtful note. Every sweet photo. I keep them all in boxes that have been overflowing now for years. I have been putting off the task of organizing these boxes for no particular reason other than that I knew it was going to be a big job. But with being at home instead of at a job for the last few months (a story for another day), I’ve been able to pick up those tedious tasks that I just didn’t seem to have the energy for before. I began going through piles of photos from my childhood, my husband’s childhood, and my daughter’s childhood. Old photos we’d been given of family members who had passed on. Dozens of photos I had snapped of Madison as she toddled around doing toddler things. And a huge collection of photos from the first two years I spent with my grandparents. When I was about 6 months...
