Today I'm sending out happy birthday greetings to the best dad in the world. Happy birthday Dad!
And, while I'm here I have a couple of scrapbook pages to share. These were in the Aussie Reader Gallery of Creating Keepsakes magazine a couple of months back.
Journaling: This is what makes you happy - a good set of play equipment. You rate everything based on the quality of the play equipment. Childcare fails miserably; kindy is fabulous. You even relate everything to the available equipment - one nearby school is the "Shrek School" as it has a wooden bridge like the one in the the movie; another school is the "Pencil School" due to the large wooden pencils in the playground.
My happy, smiling son. Jamie is such a happy child. Always smiling. Always bouncing around the place. Always chirping on excitedly about something. Singing. Jumping. Running up to me "Mummy, mummy!" and telling me some new conclusion about the world around us. Ah, I love being a mum :).
Since this page was made, he has mastered the monkey bars with excellence. Here he still needed his dad's help. Nowadays he can speed across the entire monkey bar in a couple of seconds.
And this page:
Journaling: Forty five – it sounds so, well – so middle aged! I don’t feel middle aged, but sometimes these days I see it in the mirror. I look at these photos and reflect how I’ve grown as a person. At 45 I’m comfortable with who I am and where I am in my life. 45 is a good place to be.
I used a heap of photos from when I was a baby through until now. I kinda like them all grouped on the one page like that. It's true, I don't feel 45...well I've had another birthday since I made that page... so, 46. Do we ever feel our age, I wonder?
Every now and then I catch sight of myself in the mirror and see the new lines on my face and the onset of crepiness on my neck... and I realise that I am indeed becoming middle aged. Well, OK, have become middle aged :).
I hope I can grow old with grace. Somedays I think I can. Other days my vanity gets the better of me.