I love telling a story with pictures. The memories behind each one. The black & whites, the Polaroids. The 3rd grade haircut you want no one to see. . .. but that is your history. It wouldn’t be fun if we didn’t change and grow, and leave our big hair days behind. And talk about growing, what about your kids? What about those precious first four or five years that they will have no memory of. Unless you show them. All the Christmas mornings and birthday parties, you have the pictures, now what?
A photo album may seem like a throw back to times gone by, but what better way to tell a story than a book. For generations to come, as well as those sitting around your coffee table right now, any time seems like a good time to reminisce.